"Will you do it—an' I'll pray for your sowl before the throne, so help me——"
"I will if I can. What is it?"
"Keep it from Ellen."
"Keep what?"
"My name, my disgrace. Never let the poor girl know. She was my wife."
"Your wife?" Shagarach was puzzled a moment. "You mean Ellen Greeley?"
"Ellen Mungovan, before God."
"Ellen Greeley is dead. She perished in the fire."
The man started up in his bed so violently as to burst the bandage of his wound. His blood began to stain the linen and Shagarach was obliged to call an attendant, who adjusted it and tucked the patient snugly in. Still his glassy eyes were fixed on Shagarach and his muttering lips seemed to say over the word: "Dead! Dead! Dead!"
"She was burned to death in the Arnold fire. Robert Floyd is accused of setting it and causing her death."