The truth dawned on her--and he saw it.
He took her hand.

The clammy coldness of his grasp startled her.

"Do you still wonder why I followed you ?" he asked.

The words were so faintly uttered that she could barely hear them.

Heavy drops of perspiration stood on his forehead; his face faded to a gray and ghastly whiteness--he staggered, and tried desperately to catch at the branch of a tree near them.