"There is only one way of reasoning soundly and in accordance with universal law," Rex answered with conviction. "That reasoning is along the line of right. I am prepared to follow it to the bitter end."
She looked up in amazement during a short interval.
"Do you realize all that your words imply?" she questioned incredulously. "I cannot think you do!"
"Yes, everything they imply," he answered, filled with the weary languor attendant upon nervous strain.
She was not left to surmise. Britton's meaning was plain. Her confidence began to shake.
"The alternative!" she began plaintively, "–surely you have understood me!"
"Too well," laughed Britton, harshly, "and I would rather go to prison–which I shall certainly not do, since, as you say, there is no proof!"
The woman's cheeks and brow went crimson with annoyance coupled with shame; she felt the demoralizing force of man's scorn.
"Rather than take that alternative, you will suffer me to tell Mercia?" she asked uncertainly.
"No," Rex answered in a ringing voice, "for I am going to tell her!"