"But there must be some one else, some other woman—"
"There is no one who knows what I know. You must hear it, too, Craig. It's more than I can face alone. You must think for me, help me." And she poured the whole petrifying truth into his ears.
"She must give herself up," he said, at last.
"But—" And the dilemma of moral and legal guilt plagued her again.
He brushed her tender casuistry aside.
"The law must deal with such doubts," he answered. "We must help her face it, help her see that delay only counts against her. She must tell her story before they come at the facts without her."
"She believes they suspect already. They've found out something about that wretched man's life,—the reporters don't say what,—and she lies in that room shaking with terror at every ring of the bell. We thought you were the police."
"We must help her face it," he repeated. "I will drive her to police headquarters."
"Not you, Craig. You must not. The papers shall not drag you into this again. I will go with her."
"Isn't your name mine? You see it makes no difference. I'll not allow you to go through this alone. I've let you meet too much alone. We'll talk to Amy together, if you think best."