'Why will you talk about it ?' she said despairingly.
'I have a right to know.' His urgent imperious look left her no choice.

She felt his will, and yielded.

In very simple words, faltering yet restrained, she told the whole story.

Manisty followed every word with breathless attention.
'My God!' he said, when she paused, 'my God!' And he hid his eyes with his hand a moment.

Then-- 'You knew she had a weapon ?' he said.
'I supposed so,' she said quietly.