"Please!" she said pleadingly. "What does it mean to you, Leslie?
We were kind to you, weren't we? When you were ill, we took you on,
my sister and I, and now you hate us."

"Hate you!"

"He didn't know what he was doing. He wasn't sane. No sane man
kills--that way. He had a revolver, if he had wanted--Please
give me that key!"

"Some one will suffer. Would you have the innocent suffer with
the guilty?"

"If they cannot prove it against any one--"

"They may prove it against me."

"You!"

"I was in the after house," I said doggedly. "I was the one to
raise an alarm and to find the bodies. You do not know anything
about me. I am--'Elsa's jail-bird'!"

"Who told you that?"

"It does not matter--I know it. I told you the truth, Miss Elsa;
I came here from the hospital. But I may have to fight for my life.
Against the Turner money and influence, I have only--this key.
Shall I give it to you?"