“Why?”
“Don’t ask me. Can you do it?”
“It may be dangerous, but I—I will try.”
“It must be certain,” I said firmly. “I must know definitely.”
“Then of course I promise you.”
“Good. I shall depend on you. Let me say how I thank you for this trust.”
“As if I should not,” she said again, with a look of reproach. “But—but can’t you tell me something? I am all at sea.”
“I wish we both were,” I cried impulsively. “That would put an end to all this ugly business.”
Her face clouded. “I can see no end to it but trouble and disaster,” she replied with a gesture of despair that went to my heart.
“I believe I can see the end, if all goes well just now. But if I fail——” I paused and looked at her earnestly.