"No!" he said. "Mrs. Barnes can take care of herself. She is not to be interfered with."
She nodded back at him from the cab.
"I don't want him," she said. "I don't want any one. In three days' time I will return."
"And until then you will not part with the letters?" Wrayson said.
"Until then," she answered, "I promise."
The cab drove off. Sydney Barnes turned upon Wrayson, white and venomous.
"Where do I come in here?" he demanded fiercely.
"I sincerely trust," Wrayson answered suavely, "that you are not coming in at all. But you, too, can return in three days."
CHAPTER XXXVIII
INEFFECTUAL WOOING
"At last!" Wrayson said to himself, almost under his breath. "Shall we have a hansom, Louise, or do you care for a walk?"