He rose obediently to go.
"My mind is giving way, Tom."
That name spoken by her lips again rooted him to the spot.
"They suspected you, Tom, of that awful deed, and they say he did it himself. I am going mad. Surely this is madness."
"What--what! Marion!"
"And now I suspect--him!"
"Whom, in the name of heaven?"
"Fahey. He was jealous of you both. Why did you put out the lights----"
She tottered!