Answer me a question or two, that is all.

Did n't Craig tell you why he was coming down here ?" "Yes," the single word scarcely audible.
"He explained to you in detail what was expected of him ?" "Yes." "Some hours before you left, was n't it ?" "Yes." "Then you had sufficient time, and knowledge to complete your plans.
When did you first tell Craig you were Philip Henley's wife ?" I clinched my hands at the bewildered embarrassment in her eyes, at the sneer in the voice of the questioner, yet held myself silent.
"It was after we came here; when I was frightened, and felt that I must confess the truth.

I--I had begun to trust him." "Oh, indeed, and you failed to tell him at first because you did not trust him." "Partially that--yes.

Although I do not think the name Henley was even mentioned during our first interview.

I am sure I did not realize it was my husband's father who was dead until later." "Exactly; you picked up a strange man on the street; agreed to go off on a criminal mission with him, and now expect us to believe you perfectly innocent of any wrong intent." "That will be enough," I interrupted, unable to remain quiet any longer.