She drew back from the spectacle of my humiliation and of her triumph.  The sudden silence that had fallen upon me seemed to frighten her.  “I spared you, at the time,” she said.  “I would have spared you now, if you had not forced me to speak.”  She moved away as if to leave the room—­and hesitated before she got to the door.  “Why did you come here to humiliate yourself?” she asked.  “Why did you come here to humiliate me?” She went on a few steps, and paused once more.  “For God’s sake, say something!” she exclaimed, passionately.  “If you have any mercy left, don’t let me degrade myself in this way!  Say something—­and drive me out of the room!”

I advanced towards her, hardly conscious of what I was doing.  I had possibly some confused idea of detaining her until she had told me more.  From the moment when I knew that the evidence on which I stood condemned in Rachel’s mind, was the evidence of her own eyes, nothing—­not even my conviction of my own innocence—­was clear to my mind.  I took her by the hand; I tried to speak firmly and to the purpose.  All I could say was, “Rachel, you once loved me.”

She shuddered, and looked away from me.  Her hand lay powerless and trembling in mine.  “Let go of it,” she said faintly.

My touch seemed to have the same effect on her which the sound of my voice had produced when I first entered the room.  After she had said the word which called me a coward, after she had made the avowal which branded me as a thief—­while her hand lay in mine I was her master still!

I drew her gently back into the middle of the room.  I seated her by the side of me.  “Rachel,” I said, “I can’t explain the contradiction in what I am going to tell you.  I can only speak the truth as you have spoken it.  You saw me—­with your own eyes, you saw me take the Diamond.  Before God who hears us, I declare that I now know I took it for the first time!  Do you doubt me still?”

She had neither heeded nor heard me.  “Let go of my hand,” she repeated faintly.  That was her only answer.  Her head sank on my shoulder; and her hand unconsciously closed on mine, at the moment when she asked me to release it.

I refrained from pressing the question.  But there my forbearance stopped.  My chance of ever holding up my head again among honest men depended on my chance of inducing her to make her disclosure complete.  The one hope left for me was the hope that she might have overlooked something in the chain of evidence some mere trifle, perhaps, which might nevertheless, under careful investigation, be made the means of vindicating my innocence in the end.  I own I kept possession of her hand.  I own I spoke to her with all that I could summon back of the sympathy and confidence of the bygone time.

“I want to ask you something,” I said.  “I want you to tell me everything that happened, from the time when we wished each other good night, to the time when you saw me take the Diamond.”