“Where is it?” he said again.
“I may not tell you; never, never.”
“Is there anyone whom you may tell?”
“Yes.”
“Whom?”
“Her in whose breast I lie.”
“Tell her then.”
“I have told her; she knows.”
“And may she tell me?”
“Let her guard the secret as she will. O my Guardian, I thank thee. My burden is departed; my sin of self-murder is atoned.”