"You 've told Rodaine so?"
"Not yet. I—I think that maybe that was one reason I wanted to see some one whom I believed to be a friend. He 's coming after me at midnight. We 're to go away somewhere."
"Rodaine? Impossible!"
"They 've made all their plans. I—I wondered if you—if you 'd be somewhere around the house—if you 'd—"
"I 'll be there. I understand." Fairchild had reached out and touched her arm. "I—want to thank you for the opportunity. I—yes, I 'll be there," came with a short laugh. "And Harry too. There'll be no trouble—from the Rodaines!"
She came a little closer to him then and looked up at him with trustful eyes, all the brighter in the spluttering light of the carbide.
"Thank you—it seems that I 'm always thanking you. I was afraid—I did n't know where to go—to whom to turn. I thought of you. I knew you 'd help me—women can guess those things."
"Can they?" Fairchild asked it eagerly. "Then you 've guessed all along that—"
But she smiled and cut in.
"I want to thank you for those flowers. They were beautiful."