"Go to bed," she said, hoarsely.
"You come too——."
"Go to bed; get out of my sight. I want to be alone, to think. To think! There must be some way to stop it, and—and I'll find it out. Go away——," with a flash of her somber eyes—"Go away and leave me. I'm best alone."
Polly, awed and frightened, crept to the door; but as she paused a moment and looked back she heard the hoarse, broken voice still muttering:
"There must be some way!"
CHAPTER XVI.
THE FOOLISH NOTE.
Yorke walked all the way from St. John's Wood to Bury Street, and it was not altogether a pleasant walk.
There is a popular parlor game called "Consequences," and, after a fashion, he was playing that game as he strode along smoking vigorously.