"They don't know.

They've told the truth." "Horace,"-- her voice grew persuasive--"Horace, you mustn't think of yourself alone now.

I can't bear to think of you imprisoned in this place.

For my sake you must leave it and clear yourself of this accusation." He shook his head sadly.
"If you knew all the circumstances you'd approve my course." "But I don't know them--and it's torturing me." For the first time her features showed the anguish she was suffering.

He saw and was moved.
"Listen!" His eyes searched the corridor and the adjoining cells.