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 the trap and looked Verrell searchingly in the face. "I know your story," he said. "Your wife thinks you were innocent. Tell me the truth. Before God—were you innocent?"

Verrell hung his head. For a moment he said nothing. Then he looked up and answered in a low voice, "No, I was not!"

Hepworth withdrew his eyes slowly from Verrell's upturned face. He was about to speak, but he suddenly shook the reins and drove away along the lane.