"I don't think I can. I must look and see if there's anything more like that."
"But it isn't your fault if there is. You've simply been inspired to write the truth."
"But I feel almost ashamed."
And the typewritten sheets rustled more than ever as she raised them once more. But Delavoye jumped up and stood over her with a stiff lip.
"Miss Brabazon, you really must let me read the rest of it to myself!"
"I must see first whether I can let anybody."
"Let me see instead!"
Heaven knows how she construed his wheedling eagerness! There was a moment when they both had hold of the MS., when I felt that my friend was going too far, that his obstinate persistence could not fail to be resented as a liberty. But it was just at such moments that there was a smack of greatness about Uvo Delavoye; given the stimulus, he could carry a thing off with a high hand and the light touch of a born leader; and so it must have been that he had Miss Julia coyly giggling when I fully expected her to stamp her foot.
"You talk about our curiosity," she rallied him. "You men are just as bad!"
"I have a right to be curious," returned Uvo, in a tone that surprised me as much as hers. "You forget that your villain was once the head of our clan, and that so far the fact is quite unmistakable."