"Isabel Burney."
This time she repeated her former wail, with renewed force of entreaty.
"Don't! don't!"
If it was intended for a cry of appeal to be left alone, it went unheeded. The voice returned, asking what was emphatically a leading question.
"Did you murder Cuthbert Grahame?"
She made not the slightest attempt to shirk the very weighty responsibility which attended the reply to such a question. An affirmative was bursting from her lips almost before it was asked.
"Yes! yes! yes!"
"How did you murder him?"
Again the wail--
"Don't! don't! don't!"