She obeyed instantly, saying hurriedly:
"Alonzo, I'll tell you the truth—every word of it!"
"When did you sign those papers?" he asked, each word interrupted by a gasp.
"What papers?" she cried, for in her ignorance of their import she had totally forgotten the transaction. "What papers, Alonzo—tell me!"
"The papers—those papers—the papers Fargus got you to sign—your permission for the sale of the restaurants."
"Yes, yes, I remember," she said eagerly, "the day he left for Mexico."
"You signed—willingly!"
"Yes."
"Why, in God's name!"
She hesitated.