Presently the woman said to him: "She
never believed you killed Erris Boyne. Well, it may not help the
situation, but I say too, that I do not believe you did. I cannot
understand why you did not deny having killed him."
"I could not deny. In any case, the law punished me for it, and the book
is closed for ever."
"Have you never thought that some one--"
"Yes, I have thought, but who is there? The crowd at the Dublin hotel
where the thing was done were secret, and they would lie the apron off a
bishop. No, there is no light, and, to tell the truth, I care not now."
"But if you are not guilty--it is not too late; there is my girl! If the
real criminal should appear--can you not see?"
The poor woman, distressedly pale, her hair still abundant, her eyes
still bright, her pulses aglow, as they had ever been, made a gesture of
appeal with hands that were worn and thin. She had charm still, in a way
as great as her daughter's.
"I can see--but, Mrs. Llyn, I have no hope. I am a man whom some men
fear--"
"Lord Mallow!" she interjected.
"He does not fear me. Why do you say that?"
"I speak with a woman's intuition.
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