“Can a man prove his love more completely?”
Mrs. Lock let her face fall into her hands, while the hot tears trickled from between her fingers, and she sobbed:
“Oh, Victor, Victor!”
Nick let her alone in her weeping.
When she finally dried her eyes and looked up, he asked:
“Have you—do you own a pistol, Mrs. Lock?”
“Yes.”
“And had it with you this afternoon?”
“Yes. How did you know?”
“Shrewdly guessed it. Redway knew you had it?”