"A gambler?" Bulstrode helped the description.
"She played," acknowledged the young man, "as the rest do—bridge."
"Were you engaged to her, Waring?"
"Yes," he slowly acknowledged, as if each word hurt him.
"And did she believe you guilty?"
"I think," said the other, with an inscrutable expression, "she could not have done so."
"But she let you go under suspicion?"
"Yes."
"Without a word of good faith, of comfort?"
"Yes."