“Lady Ruth!”
“Do you think that he has the right to keep those letters?”
“I cannot answer that question.”
“Will you be my friend?”
“So far as I can—in accordance with my obligations to my employer!”
She tried him no further then, but rose and walked slowly out of the room. He found her maid, and saw them to their carriage. Then he returned to the sitting room. Wingrave was smoking a cigarette.
“I am trying the humanizing influence,” he remarked. “Got rid of her ladyship?”
“Lady Ruth has just gone,” Aynesworth answered.
“Have you promised to steal the letters yet?” he inquired.
“Not yet!”