"Mr. Latimer—lie! Oh, you don't know him. He expected a lady to read to him that very evening. He had never seen her, and when Nora walked into the garden—"
"After getting a skirt somewhere."
"Yes—the housekeeper's, it happened to be her evening out—why, he just naturally supposed Nora was Miss Omar."
"Ah! then her name isn't Omar. What might it be?"
"I'd rather not tell—if you don't mind."
"But when Latimer found out she had the diamonds—he did find out?"
"She confessed to him. Nora's not really so bad a girl as—"
"Very interesting! But it doesn't happen to be Latimer's version. And you say Latimer wouldn't lie."
I got pale—but the paleness was on the inside of me. Think I was going to flinch before a chump like Moriway, even if I had walked straight into his trap?
"It isn't?" I exclaimed.