"I had not thought of crime," she murmured.
"Had you not?" he said blandly. "Yet 'tis the most easy solution of the difficulty."
"But there are others," she insisted.
"I fear not."
Again she paused, then continued, speaking very low, scarce above a whisper.
"You would help me, of course?"
"I could certainly go over to Paris," he said with marked hesitation, "always providing I were plentifully supplied with money—a voyage of reconnaissance, you understand—nothing more—"
"Which means that you will not help me."
"The risks are too great, Cousin—I—"