If your father was killed while Thalassa was out of the house that night, Thalassa knows who did it." Her eyes met his in an agony of perplexity and distress.

"Oh, no, I cannot think you are right," she said.

"If I could only see Thalassa--for five minutes--" "What good would that do ?" he abruptly demanded.
"He would tell me the truth--if he knew." He shook his head incredulously.

"You do not know all," he murmured.

He shrank from telling her of the marks on her father's arm.