The truth, mind!" she repeated, fearfully.
"What do you mean ?" I asked, bewildered.

"I do not understand you." "Tell me the truth about that man who came to see you on the seventh of January." I shook my head.
"I have nothing to tell you," I said firmly.

"When I found him on the marshes he was dead.

I did not hear till afterwards that he had ever asked for me." "This is the truth ?" she asked eagerly.
"It is the truth!" I answered.
I could see the relief shine in her face.

She was still anxious, however.
"Is it true," she asked, "that you told a girl in the village, Blanche Moyat, to keep secret the fact that this man inquired in the village for the way to your cottage ?" "That also is true," I admitted.