Pritchard took his captive once more by the arm. The young man struggled violently.
“I don't like you, Pritchard,” he shrieked. “I don't want to go with you. I want to stay with Elizabeth. I am not really afraid of her. She'd like to kill me, I know, but she's too clever—oh, she's too clever! I'd like to stay with her.”
Pritchard led him away.
“We'll see about it later on,” he said. “You'd better come with me just now.”
The door closed behind them. Tavernake staggered up.
“I must go,” he declared. “I must go, too.”
Elizabeth was sobbing quietly to herself. She seemed scarcely to hear him. On the threshold Tavernake turned back.
“That money,” he asked, “the money you were going to lend me—was that his?”
She looked up and nodded. Tavernake went slowly out.