I held to her but differently—oh, entirely differently—from my hold of her in that Sencort room. For I knew not only that she’d not been in that scheme, not only that she’d gone there to warn Teverson, as she said, but also I knew she’d nothing to do with that blow on my medulla oblongata at Cheron Street.
“Vine’s doing this, I suppose,” I whispered.
“Yes.”
“He sent me both those telegrams?”
“No; only the second; I came on, as I wired you. He grabbed me when I arrived and threw you the second wire. I didn’t see the street till he was through with you.”
“What’d he do to you?”
“Me? Oh, he was all right about me, then.”
“He didn’t hurt you at all?”
She knew what I meant and replied, “He did not! Christina saw to that.”