“Leigh shot an unarmed man in his own room,” replied Daniel dryly. “We’ve got to show cause why the man should have been shot. Corwin has blackened you--yes, but that was William’s business, and there’s nothing--forgive me, Fanchon, but there’s nothing to show that Corwin didn’t speak the truth, except what you yourself can tell us.” “William believes what he said, then!” she cried hoarsely. “That’s why he hasn’t spoken to me or looked at me since--since Corwin was shot! He believes it--you all believe it!” Daniel’s face hardened. He saw a storm coming and he despised the way she ranted. “I’m asking you to tell us the truth.” She half rose, panting. “You ask it because--because you believe what he said!” “I ask it--to save Leigh.” She sank back, weak and shaken. Then she dashed the tears from her eyes. “I’ll do anything for Leigh! He’s the only one who believed in me.” “He believed in you enough to put his life in jeopardy,” Daniel replied grimly. “If you want to help him, you’ll have to tell me the whole story, Fanchon.” She worked at her handkerchief again, winking back her tears, and he had a chance to see how her face had hollowed and how weak she looked. He remembered that Emily had said she had refused food, and it occurred to him that they were cruel to her; that she resented their cruelty. But, all the while, he saw that boyish face in the dingy light of the cell, and his heart grew hot within him. He wouldn’t spare her. “You want to know about Corwin?” Her voice was very low. Daniel assented, and she seemed to struggle with herself. “_Dieu!_” she cried softly. “As soon as you can, please,” said Daniel, watching her, wondering if now, under this stress and pain, she would tell the truth. He doubted it. “Do you remember what I told you in the library that day?” she asked abruptly. “About my father and my mother and the convent?” “Yes.” “It was a lie,” said Fanchon. “It was the same lie that I told William.” Daniel looked at her grimly, unsparingly. “I hope you’re going to tell me the truth now,” he said sternly. She dragged some soft pillows toward her and leaned her elbows on them, half hiding her face in her hands, not looking at him at all.