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But Dale could bear it no longer. The sight of her lover, beaten, / submissive, his head bowed, waiting obediently like a common criminal / for the detective to lock his wrists in steel broke down her last / defenses. She rushed into the center of the room, between Bailey and / the detective, her eyes wild with terror, her words stumbling over each / other in her eagerness to get them out.
"Oh, no! I can't stand it! I'll tell you everything! " she cried / frenziedly. "He got to the foot of the stair-case-Richard Fleming, I / mean," she was facing the detective now, "and he had the blue-print / you've been talking about. I had told him Jack Bailey was here as the / gardener and he said if I screamed he would tell that. I was desperate. / I threatened him with the revolver but he took it from me. Then when I / tore the blue-print from him-he was shot-from the stairs-"