Her first thought had been of his danger, but she remembered something else now. "No, I think not, Mr. Kilmeny."
The deep eyes that met his steadily had in them the rapier flash. He smiled.
"Because I am a miscreant, I reckon," he drawled.
"You say it, not I."
"Now you're dodging, neighbor. You think it."
"If so, do I think more than the truth?"
A ripple of sardonic laughter stirred in him. "I see you have me convicted and in the penitentiary already."
"Your actions convict you."
"So you think. Isn't it just possible you don't understand them?" There was the faintest hint of derision in his polite inquiry.
A light flashed in her dusky eyes, a shining hope newborn in her eager heart. "Are you telling me that you are innocent?"