She whispered it brokenly word by word.

She did not know that, either.

She whispered, 'Now--no one--will ever--know--ever.'" Lord Coombe still sat silent.

What he was thinking could not be read in his face but being a man of astute perception and used to the study of faces Dr.Redcliff knew that suddenly some startling thought had leaped within him.
"You were right to come to me," he said.

"What is it you--suspect ?" That Dr.Redcliff was almost unbearably moved was manifest.