"And killed the wrong girl?"
"And killed the wrong girl!"
"Can you guess how?"
"I don't care how. I know that you did it."
"You will not betray me?" hissed Cervera, crouching before him, with eyes never leaving his.
"I have no wish to betray you."
"You dare not! you dare not!"
"I shall not!"
"If you do—"
The woman checked her words for an instant, and ran her hand into the bosom of her dress. When she drew it forth it gripped a naked poniard, upon the polished blade of which the rays of light flashed with many a wicked gleam and glint.