And I want you to tell me what you know about his death." "Is that all ?" she asked.
"Isn't it enough ?" he declared savagely.

"It is enough to be making an old man of me, anyhow." "You have a right to ask these questions," she admitted slowly, "and I have no right to refuse to answer them." "None at all," he declared.

"You shall answer them." There was a moment's silence.

She leaned a little further back against the sideboard.

Her eyes were fixed upon his, but her face was inscrutable.
"I cannot," she said slowly.