She nodded.
"I love him," she whispered.
"So I can't get at him. You won't even point out the house?"
"No."
"Won't anything I say drag the information from you?"
"Nothing will."
He considered a while, facing this terrible and unexpected menace.
"Suppose I arrest you?"
She started to her knees.
"Oh, for God's sake, no!" she gasped. "Don't do that! Sooner or later he—my man—he'd get at me, knowing I'd betrayed his plan. And he'd kill me. He'd kill me when you let me out, if not before."