“The police!” Gemma gasped, trembling. “Then they’ve discovered me!”
There was a look of unutterable terror in her great blue eyes; the light died instantly out of her sweet face; she reeled, and would have fallen had not her lover started up and clasped her tenderly. Her beautiful head, with its mass of fair hair, fell inert upon his shoulder. This blow, added to the mental strain she had already undergone, had proved too much.
“Nino,” she whispered hoarsely, “you still love me—you love me, don’t you? And you will not believe what they allege against me—not one single word?”
Chapter Eleven.
Silence is Best.
“Let the police enter,” Armytage said, still pressing her slim figure in his arms. “You know, Gemma, that I love you.”
“No, no,” she cried trembling; “I will see them alone. I must see them alone.”
“Why?”