There was a moment of silence—eyes into eyes. Then she stood slowly up, and one hand reached slowly out and clutched his arm.
“Mr. Blake!” she whispered, in an awed and terrified tone. She continued to stare into his eyes. “Mr. Blake!” she repeated.
She felt a tensing of his body, as of a man who seeks to master himself with a mighty effort. He tried to smile, though his greenish pallor did not leave him.
“It is my turn,” he said, “to ask what is the matter with you, Katherine.”
“Mr. Blake!” She loosed her hold upon his arm, and shrank away.
He rose.
“What is the matter?” he repeated. “You seem upset. I suppose it is the nervous strain of to-morrow’s trial.”
In her face was stupefied horror.
“It is what—what I have discovered.”