“Leigh shot an unarmed man in his own room,” replied Daniel dryly. “We’ve got to show cause why the man should have been shot. Corwin has blackened you—yes, but that was William’s business, and there’s nothing—forgive me, Fanchon, but there’s nothing to show that Corwin didn’t speak the truth, except what you yourself can tell us.”
“William believes what he said, then!” she cried hoarsely. “That’s why he hasn’t spoken to me or looked at me since—since Corwin was shot! He believes it—you all believe it!”
Daniel’s face hardened. He saw a storm coming and he despised the way she ranted.
“I’m asking you to tell us the truth.”
She half rose, panting.
“You ask it because—because you believe what he said!”
“I ask it—to save Leigh.”
She sank back, weak and shaken. Then she dashed the tears from her eyes.
“I’ll do anything for Leigh! He’s the only one who believed in me.”
“He believed in you enough to put his life in jeopardy,” Daniel replied grimly. “If you want to help him, you’ll have to tell me the whole story, Fanchon.”