He believed that he had touched upon the fact.
"So!" he exclaimed.
"She has deceived Philadelphus--" she whispered defensively, but he broke in sharply.
"Whom hath she deceived ?" She closed her lips and looked at him perplexed.

Certainly this was the companion of Philadelphus, who had told her freely half of her husband's ambitions, long before he had come to Jerusalem.

She could not have betrayed her husband in thus mentioning his name.
"Your companion of the journey hither--whom you even now accused--Philadelphus Maccabaeus." There was a dead pause in which his fingers still held her wrist and his deep eyes were fixed on her face.

He was recalling by immense mental bounds all the evidence that would tend to confirm the suspicion in his brain.

He had told her his own story but had invested it in Julian of Ephesus.