And I slowly assisted her to her feet and led her back to her chair.
She sat without moving or speaking for some moments, gravely thinking. Then of a sudden, she said in a hard, hoarse voice:
"Ah! you don't know, Teddy, what I have suffered—how I have been the innocent victim of a foul and dastardly plot. I—I was entrapped—I——"
"Entrapped!" I echoed. "By whom? Not by Digby Kemsley? He was not the sort of man."
"He is your friend, I know. But if you knew the truth you would hate him—hate him, with as deep and fierce a hatred as I do now," she declared, with a strange look in her great eyes.
"You told me he had forced you to go to his flat."
"He did."
"Why?"
"Because he wanted to tell me something—to——"
"To tell you what?"