"You have never asked."
"As if I should put to you a question like that," she said proudly.
"You had the right to inquire."
"I did not need to."
Once again the man restrained an impulse to imprison her hands in his.
"Suppose I did take them?" he went on in an even, coolly modulated voice. "Suppose the case stands exactly as this shrewd-eyed Wilton sheriff suspects it does? What am I to do?"
He saw the color drain from her face.
"I only know what I should do, were I in your place."
"Tell me that."
"I should go through with it—clear my soul of guilt."