"It is all a mistake—a fearful, frightful mistake."
She listened without drawing breath—a vague foreshadowing of the truth coming over her.
"Ishmael Ameer did not kill your father."
Her lips trembled convulsively; she grew paler and paler every moment.
"I know he did not, Helena, because—" (he covered his face again) "because I know who did."
"Then who ... who was it?"
"He did not intend to do it, Helena."
"Who was it?"
"It was all in the heat of blood."
"Who was——"