stared at this and then saw a blue coat, and some realization and remembrance began to reach her; and she jerked and shivered violently.
Jerry started to her, pulling the two big men with him. The motion made her turn her eyes and she saw Jerry; and she screamed!
It sent me shaking; it dropped Jerry down, hiding his face. She was convulsing in a spasm of hysteria. "He! He! He! He!" She seemed to try to cry "He did it" but she could only scream "he, he," until it went into a crazy laugh.
The doctor tried to calm her; the big men dragged Jerry away. He was making no resistance, God knows; he was limp. Could a man go against a thing more awful than he'd just met? Here was the girl he loved; she'd trusted herself to him and she believed that, for the diamonds about her neck, he'd attacked her!
She told something more in that scream of a laugh; she told a little, at least, of how she had struggled before she'd been strangled and knocked senseless and thrown into the street. And she had thought Jerry did it!
I stepped along beside him. "Keeban," he whispered desperately to me. "You see there's Keeban."
