His tone was kind and sympathetic. ‘Who kills who?’
‘Rot in hell,’ he snarled, panting, and managed to push himself forward and
leap off the dais, running for the safety of the far aisle by the wall. ‘She hasn’t said so, but I presume Valade had got hold of all the useful
papers,’ Gerald went on. "Don't alarm yourself. Preparations were next made
for taking Thames on board. Why? While the
front of his mind was busy warning her not to fall into the hopeless miseries of
underpaid teaching, and explaining his idea that for women of initiative, quite as
much as for men, the world of business had by far the best chances, the back
chambers of his brain were busy with the problem of that “Why?”
His first idea as a man of the world was to explain her unrest by a lover, some
secret or forbidden or impossible lover. "We've no time for any Bedlam
scenes now. She
reads novels—and history—and all sorts of things. "
"I have already hazarded my life in this attempt to save you," returned Jonathan
boldly, and with apparent frankness; "this ought to be sufficient answer to your
doubts. The police are concerned in it in either event. ”
He fancied that she was yielding, but her eyes fell once more upon that fatal
envelope, and her tone when she spoke was colder than ever.
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