Then he looked at her again.
"It depends," he said, "upon the manner of their death." An executioner of the Middle Ages could not have played with his victim more skillfully.

The woman was shivering now, preserving some outward appearance of calm only by the most fierce and unnatural effort.
"What do you mean by that, Jerry ?" she asked.

"I was not even with--Wenham, when he was lost.

You know all about it, I suppose,--how it happened ?" The man nodded thoughtfully.
"I have heard many stories," he admitted.

"Before we leave the subject for ever, I should like to hear it from you, from your own lips." There was a bottle of champagne upon the table, ordered at the commencement of the meal.