“Is that why you bring me here? Is that what your message means?”
“My message means that because of—the thing you know about—I am suspected of the murder.”
“You? You?”
“Yes, I, I! Good God! when I realize what your presence here means, I wish more than ever that I had succeeded in finding death.”
“Please don’t say it,” came a soft, pleading voice. “What can I do? What do you want me to do?”
“I want you to release me from that vow made seven years ago.”
Naida uttered a stifled cry. “How is it possible? You understand that it is not possible.”
Nicol Brinn seized her by the shoulders. “Is it possible for me to remain silent while men are murdered here in a civilized country?”
“Oh,” moaned Naida, “what can I do, what can I do?”
“Give me permission to speak and stay here. Leave the rest to me.”