When Rush arrived at the sitting-room of the jail's private suite he found Mrs. Balfame, not in tears as he had nervously anticipated, but distraught, pacing the room, her hands in her disordered hair.
"I am done for! done for!" she cried as Rush hastily closed the door. "It would have been better if I had told the truth in the beginning-that I had gone out that night. It was not such a bad excuse,-that I thought I saw a burglar down there,-and it was God's truth. Or I could have said I was walking about the grounds because I had a headache-"
"It never would have gone down. If I could have discovered who the other person in the grove was-found him and his forty-one-calibre revolver, well and good. Failing that, our line of defence is the best possible. I will admit, though," he too was p
