“What is his name?”
“I’m not going to tell you. What’s he done?”
“He has done murder. What is his name?”
“My God!” whispered the girl, and her face blanched swiftly. “Murder! I—I can’t tell you his name—”
“You mean you won’t?”
She did not answer.
“He is a very dark man,” continued Harley “with black eyes. He is a Hindu.”
The girl stared straight before her, dumbly.
“Answer me!” shouted Harley.
“Yes—yes! He is a foreigner.”