“I will.”
“Sure thing?”
“You can trust me.”
“You won’t tell Havener?”
“No.”
“Don’t you do it on your life! I’m going to stop it—some time. I want to see you after the play to-night. I want to talk to you. I’ll tell you all about it. Go on, now.”
He secured the article he was after, and she pushed him out of the room, closing and fastening the door behind him.
Then the little syringe was recharged and used.