"I don't believe you," he answered coldly. "You and he were together alone when I telephoned."
He spoke very deliberately now. "Was he," he asked—"was he with you when I telephoned at one o'clock?"
"Yes," Peggy answered, knowing well what the admission must convey. "Yes—but...."
"Alone together from ten o'clock?..."
"Yes," she said, still more faintly; "but...."
"Alone together from the time I telephoned?"
"No, no, George!—not after that; I swear it!"
"I know far too much to believe a word you say," he replied, and there was a note of absolute finality in his voice.
She saw that he had made up his mind—that she was doomed.
"I know too much to believe a word you say," he repeated. "You were alone with him. My God! Alone with him!"