"I know next to nothing of Fahey, and never saw the man in all my life. You are allowing this absurd story of his ghost to prey on you. You will make yourself ill."
"Nothing is so bad as uncertainty. I am racked by uncertainty. Go on if you wish to do me a service."
"Service! I'd die for your sake, Marion."
"Then speak for my sake." She did not move or show any interest one way or the other in his words, although they had been spoken pleadingly, passionately.
"At Florence, when he was seized by that delusion, he raved now and then, and in his ravings he said continually that there was a plot to rob and murder him. He did not include me in the conspiracy, but all others were leagued against him. At times he would become furious, and defy his imaginary foes, swearing that all of them together were powerless against him, as Fahey was loyal, and would be loyal to the death."
"Loyal in what?"
"I don't know. He did not say in either his sane or frantic moments."
"What did he say?"
"That Fahey knew, but that no power on earth would drag the secret out of Fahey."
"What secret?"