You were working with him, or he wanted you to work with him." "Of whom are you speaking ?" asked Tarling quickly.
"Thornton Lyne," said the girl.
Tarling leaped to his feet and stared down at her.
"Thornton Lyne ?" he repeated.

"Don't you know ?" "Know what ?" asked the girl with a frown.
"That Thornton Lyne is dead," said Tarling, "and that it is for his murder that a warrant has been issued for your arrest ?" She looked at him for a moment with wide, staring eyes.
"Dead!" she gasped.

"Dead! Thornton Lyne dead! You don't mean that, you don't mean that ?" She clutched at Tarling's arm.

"Tell me that isn't true! He did not do it, he dare not do it!" She swayed forward, and Tarling, dropping on his knees beside the bed, caught her in his arms as she fainted..