Should I tell her frankly the story of the night, my vague discoveries, my suspicion?
I surely had no right to deceive the woman, or keep her with me.

I had determined myself to face it out, to risk life if need be, to learn the truth.

But I had no right to further involve her.

She had accompanied me thus far innocently enough, accepting my explanation, driven to acquiescing by the desperate situation in which she found herself.

Already she regretted her hasty action.