This was a very different statement from her original intention, but for the moment the girl forgot her part.
“Oh,” said Thorne, “I think that was a mistake.”
“A mistake?”
“Yes.”
“But why?”
“You should have let him deliver it, but it is too late now. Never mind.” He turned toward the door.
Edith caught him by the arm. Was he going out to certain death or what?
“What are you going to do?” she asked breathlessly.
“Find Jonas, and make him tell for whom this paper was intended. He is the man we want.”
The girl released him, and caught her throat with her hand.