"Well, what do you think? I've got to earn my living."
"But as far as that goes you might have guessed—that is you might have…"
He broke off as a knock at the door heralded the entrance of a waiter bearing a tray with two frosty cocktails.
"Ah! here's something to put a little colour in your cheeks. You want bucking up, you know! Here's how!"
She took an appreciative sip, then set down her glass, turning on him a slightly troubled face.
"Roger … I suppose if this man is caught, it will mean a trial. I shall be wanted as a witness, sha'n't I? The chief witness, even!"
"Yes, my dear, you will," he replied reluctantly. "I hate the thought of it as much as you do. I wish there were some way to spare you."
"I expect he'll try to prove I'm insane," she said slowly. "Or else that I had some low motive in trying to fasten suspicion on to him. Perhaps he'll even suggest to his lawyer that I was out to blackmail him!"
"Esther, you're frightfully astute to think of such a thing. It's quite on the cards he will do that. He'll use every weapon in his power, unless …"
"Unless what?"