The Last of the De Mullins: A Play Without a Preface

by St. John Hankin

MONTY

I left it with the woman at the lodgings. As you were coming over that afternoon, I thought it safer than sending a message. And of course I daren’t telegraph. (Janet nods.) I was awfully sick at having to go away like that. All in a moment. Without even saying good-bye. But I had to.