“Miss Holly,” said Winthrop, “I am naturally curious to learn what happened the other night. Now, as you were an eye-witness of the episode, I come to you for information.”
“You mean that I’ve come to you,” answered Holly, smiling nervously.
“True; I accept the correction.”
“What—what do you want to know?” asked Holly.
“All, please.”
Holly’s eyes dropped, and her hands clutched each other desperately in her lap.
“I—he—oh, Mr. Winthrop, he didn’t know what he was doing; truly he didn’t! He didn’t think what might happen!”
“He? Who? Oh, you mean Julian? Of course he didn’t think; I understand that perfectly. And it’s of no consequence, really, Miss Holly. He was angry; in fact, I’d helped make him so; he acted on the impulse.”