"I should have prepared you better," he said. "The shock was too sudden. Shall I go for a glass of water?"
She made a slight motion in the negative, and whispered the word,
"Wait!"
A few moments' struggle with her fluttering breath, and then she was able to sit up.
"Are you better again? Shall I go for the water?"
"No, no! Tell me—"
She could not finish the sentence.
"I have no positive proof," said Doctor Danton, "but the strongest internal conviction. I believe your husband to be in hiding in this house. I believe you saw him that night, and no spirit."
"Go on, go on!" she gasped.
"You have heard of Mr. Richards, the invalid, shut upstairs, have you not? Yes. Well, that mysterious individual is your husband."