“Yes.”
She could not take her eyes from him. Something told her that he knew her secret, or part of it. Her heart was fluttering like a caged thrush.
“Shall we begin at the beginning?”
“If you like.”
“Or in the middle, say.”
“If only you’ll begin anywhere,” she said impatiently.
“How will this do for a beginning, then? ‘One thousand dollars will be paid by Thomas L. Morse for the arrest and conviction of each of the men who were implicated in the robbery of the Fort Allison stage on April twenty-seventh last.’”
She was shaken, there was no denying it. He could see the ebb of blood from her cheeks, the sudden stiffening of the slender figure.
She did not speak until she had control of her voice. “Dear me! What has all that to do with me?” 144
“A good deal, I’m afraid. You know how much, better than I do.”