He turned angry. "How can you be so silly, Blanche? A woman! Oh yes," changing to sarcasm, "of course it was a woman. It was you, perhaps."
"That is what they are saying, Archibald."
"What are they saying?" he returned, in dangerous excitement—if Blanche had only noticed the signs. For all this was agitating him.
"Why, that," she answered, bursting into tears. "The police are saying so. They are saying that it was I who stabbed you."
Lord Level cried out as a man in agony. And, with that, delirium came on again.
CHAPTER II.
NOT LIFTED.