She started; a weird, unearthly look came into her face.
"His one object in life is to prove his innocence. He cannot do that unless you confess," he said.
"Confess!" she laughed mockingly. "There is nothing to confess."
"You know better, and you will be forced to confess or else—"
"What?"
"If you do not prove his innocence he will—"
"Kill me?"
"That may happen, under certain circumstances, but he wishes to give you a chance."
"He has asked you to speak to me?"
"Yes; he was at Doncaster."