Extreme cases require extreme measures, my dear young lady.

Throw aside your honorable scruples, break your promise, and tell us this secret which has caused a murder." Sybilla Silver looked from judge to jury, from counsel to counsel, and clasped her hands.
"Don't ask me!" she cried--"oh, pray, don't ask me to tell this!" "But we must--it is essential--we must have it, Miss Silver.

Come, take courage.

It can do no harm now, you know--the poor lady is dead.
And first--to plunge into the heart of it at once--tell us who was the mysterious lady with Mr.Parmalee ?" The hour of Sybilla's triumph had come.

She lifted her black eyes, glittering with livid flame, and shot a quick, sidelong glance at the prisoner.