"Where to?" I asked.
"Your own home, if you are sufficiently interested in him!"
"Do you mean that?" I asked.
"I do! Listen! I have no pity for the man who calls himself Leslie Guest! Death he has deserved, and his fate, whomever might intervene, is absolutely inevitable. But I do not wish him to die—at present!"
"Why not?"
"You can imagine, I think. He has the secret."
"He does not seem to me," I remarked, "the sort of man likely to part with it."
"Not to me," she answered quickly, "not to those others. From us he would guard it with his life! With you it is different."
"I am not sure," I said slowly, "that I wish to become a sharer of such dangerous knowledge."
"You are afraid?" she asked coldly.