Awed and touched, Cambia looked up into the glorified face and was silent.
Neither broke that stillness, but as they waited a violent step was heard without, and a voice:
"Infamous! Infamous!" Edward rushed into the room, pale and horrified, his bursting heart finding relief only in such words.
"What is it, my son—Edward!" Mrs. Montjoy looked upon him reproachfully.
"I am accused of the murder of Rita Morgan!" he cried. He did not see Cambia, who had drawn back from between the two, and was looking in horror at him as she slowly moved toward the door.
"You accused, Edward? Impossible! Why, what possible motive——"
"Oh, it is devilish!" he exclaimed, as he tore the American paper into shreds. "Devilish! First I was called her son, and now her murderer. I murdered her to destroy her evidence, is the charge!" The white face of Cambia disappeared through the door.