She met it steadily.
"You say in your charge that I deliberately planned to kill Link and Givens; you said I laid in wait for them at the door.

Is that the way you saw it ?" "Yes." "And you are willing to swear to that ?" His smile was incredulous.
She nodded affirmatively.
He bowed stiffly to her.

"In that case, Miss Wharton, there seems to be nothing more for us to talk about." He walked to the front window, and stood on his toes, intending to call to Moreton to open the door for Miss Wharton, when she moved close to him and seized his left arm, drawing him suddenly toward her while he was off balance, so that when he turned he was facing her, standing close to her.
The color that had surged into her face soon after her entrance, had gone.

Her cheeks were white and her eyes held mute appeal that, she felt, he must respond to.
She saw the cold contempt in his eyes as he looked at her, the lurking passion that lay deep in them, and the disgust that she should lie about a matter that might mean life or death to him.
She must act, now, and she must sacrifice Warden.

Her grasp on his arm tightened; she clung to him in seeming frenzy, and she spoke brokenly, pleadingly.
"Lawler, I don't believe what I said--what was written on that paper I signed.