“Which is exceedingly thoughtful and considerate! As you happen to be the one who got me into the scrape, I presume you wished to gloat over me a little. Well, go ahead; I think I am able to stand it.”
“No, no, no! You wrong me—you do not understand me!”
“That’s right.”
“Perhaps I did bring you to this. It was for the good of the cause. My brother is an anarchist, and he is in prison. I am an anarchist, and I am free. I was sent to find the spy, and I found you.”
“In which you made a very bad break, mademoiselle. I am not the spy; but I do not suppose I could make you believe that in a week of Sundays, so I will not use up my energy trying.”
“Oh, it is no use to say that now! The card was in your pocket——”
“Given me by another; but never mind—go on.”
“You are young. It cannot be you are one who has set his life to work against our noble order. You were sent by the newspaper, and you would promise never to molest anarchists again if set free.”
“I have not molested them thus far, my dear girl.”
“Do not say it—I know!” she panted, impatiently. “No time is to be lost. They may finish and come very soon. Then it will be too late. I can save you.”