She looked up, startled, and noted the haggard lines in his face.
“I’ll hear it if you think I should, Fitz.”
“She is dead.”
“Dead? His—his wife?”
“She wasn’t his wife. She was a helpless leper, whom he was trying to cure with some new serum. He had to do it secretly because there is a law forbidding any one to harbor a leper.”
“Oh, Fitz!” she cried. “And she died of it?”
“No. They killed her. Last night.”
“They? Who?”
“Government agents, probably. They were after Pruyn.”
“How horrible! And—and Mrs. Pruyn. Where was she?”