“I’ll see you damned first,” Hurd answered savagely. “Get in, Letty.”
The girl hesitated. She turned to Macheson.
“I should like to go to the station and wait,” she declared.
“I think,” Macheson said, “that you had better trust yourself to me and my friend.”
“I am sure of it,” Holderness added calmly.
She put her hand in Macheson’s. She was as pale as death and avoided looking at Hurd. He took a quick step towards her.
“Very well, young lady,” he said. “If you go now, you understand that I shall never see you again.”
She began to cry again.
“I wish,” she murmured, “that I had never seen you at all—never!”