Write to her once more, confessing that I have done nothing, and intend to do nothing to aid her.
Dunstan Renshaw.
Oh, Murray!
Hugh Murray.
Man, don’t thank me! For the sake of one poor creature, your wife, I have been dishonest to another poor creature, your broken plaything! For one month I have lied for you in act and in spirit. In the race between you and your victim I have given the strong man a month’s start; to her a month of suspense, to you a month of thoughtless happiness. You have taken it, enjoyed it, steeped yourself to the lips in it; and now, from this day, you play the game of your life without a confederate. Our paths divide!
Dunstan Renshaw.
Murray! Listen to me! You are the only man who may have it in his power to help me!
Hugh Murray.
I have done so—for a month.