What were those whispered words of McGinnis' which so affected Helen Dilt?
Let them be what they might, there could be no doubt that they struck terror to her soul.
She sank back in the corner of the conveyance, and audibly moaned.
Poor girl!
She was a heroine in her way, and could have borne a great deal were it to advance some good cause, or because she merited it.
But to be compelled to endure untold horrors, why and wherefore she knew not, was terrible.
"Why am I persecuted?"
So she asked McGinnis a little later, appealingly, in a wavering voice.
"Can't tell you—don't know."
"You are employed by that monster whom I saw in that cellar?"