King—(To Bart.) I'm going to tell you something no one in all the world knows except me, and a poor heart broken old woman in New Hampshire.
Bart—Don't talk to me. I'm a murderer.
King—(Whispering.) So am I!
Bart—(Jumping.) What!
King—That's what I want to tell you about.
Bart—You too!
King—Eight years ago, I trifled with a woman, just as you have done. I was more to blame than you, for I made her think I loved her. She loved me, there was no doubt about that, but I thought she was after my money, and that of course, ended everything. I quarrelled with her, and went about my business. She left the city. A month later I received a letter from her mother. She told me her daughter had died in her arms of a broken heart. Her last words were, "I have given my heart unreservedly to him." My name was the last she ever breathed. And the poor old lady was left alone and penniless. I would have gone to her at once, but she could not bear the shock of seeing her daughter's murderer.
Bart—What a coincidence!
King—It does not end there, for she was called Selina!
Bart—(Amazed.) Selina!