"Yes. He believes you innocent, Lloyd, and he's going to prove it."
"I hope he does, but—tell him to leave this woman alone."
"Oh, he won't do that; he says he will find out who she is in a few days, anyway. That's why I thought——"
"I understand," he said comfortingly, "and the Lord knows I want to get out of this hole, but—we've got to play fair, eh? Now let's drop all that and—do you want to make me the happiest man in the world? I'm the happiest man in Paris already, even here, but if you will tell me one thing—why—er—this prison won't cut any ice at all."
"What do you want me to tell you?" she asked uneasily.
"You little darling!" he said tenderly. "You needn't tell me anything if it's going to make you feel badly, but, you see, I've got some lonely hours to get through here and—well, I think of you most of the time and—" He took her hand fondly in his.
"Dear, dear Lloyd!" she murmured.
"And I've sort of got it in my head that—do you want to know?"
"Yes, I want to know," she said anxiously.
"I believe there's some confounded mystery about you, and, if you don't mind, why—er——"