\"Don't call it an arrest, ma'am; a brief detention...\"
\"Oh, no! no! no!\" Mrs. Brunton flung herself down beside the girl, and wrapped her arms around Fay's knees. \"It's all lies!\" she cried. \"All lies!...It was I who shot Mrs. Whittall!\"
I have scarcely the heart to describe the painful scene that followed. Fay was broken-hearted, of course, but the shock to her proved to be less than Mme. Storey had feared. It turned out that for weeks past,
\"Don't call it an arrest, ma'am; a brief detention...\"
\"Oh, no! no! no!\" Mrs. Brunton flung herself down beside the girl, and wrapped her arms around Fay's knees. \"It's all lies!\" she cried. \"All lies!...It was I who shot Mrs. Whittall!\"
I have scarcely the heart to describe the painful scene that followed. Fay was broken-hearted, of course, but the shock to her proved to be less than Mme. Storey had feared. It turned out that for weeks past,
