“But the scandal,” went on Dora. The tears rolled down her cheeks. “It will kill me.”
“He must have been mad to molest you as he did,” said the lieutenant. “Why—he didn't know you until the day before yesterday!”
She shook her head. “He did, Mr. Jocelyn,” she choked. “He met me years ago and made out he'd got hold of some discreditable secret in my life. He was going to blackmail me.”
“Whew!” whistled the lieutenant. “Then I'm glad you killed him.” He frowned. “You were meeting him here by appointment?”
“Oh, no,” replied Dora, “it was only by chance that I came upon him here. I was going down into the village. Last night he seized hold of me and kissed me by force. All to-day I've been keeping out of his way as much as possible.” Her tears came again. “Oh, the publicity and scandal of
