"Yes; have you?"
"I have. Here is Mr. Halsey. I have kept my word. You have seen. I told you I could bring him in, bound hand and foot. Kiss me, Charley," she cried. "Oh! kiss me!" And he did kiss her. Cold, white, hand in hand, dead, they then faced him again.
VII
"Is it true?" began Rawn. His eyes lighted up suddenly. "He has agreed?"
Halsey broke in now. "It is true, Mr. Rawn," said he. "I love her. I love your wife; I can't help it. I have told her so. You see."
"You love her!" John Rawn burst out into a great, croaking-laugh. "You love her? I say, that's good! That's good news to tell me, isn't it? Why—I sent her—I used her, to make you love her! You see reason now at last, do you?—every man does at last—every man has his price. You'll go back to work to-morrow? There's a lot to do, but we can save it all yet. We can whip them, I tell you—we'll get everything back in our own hands before to-morrow night!"
"—But, Mr. Rawn! Listen! You do not know! Surely you do not understand—"
"Understand? What is there left to understand? Didn't I see you both just now? Didn't you—right now—haven't you got to come across now? Hasn't she done what I told her to do; what she said she'd do? I told her to bring you back to us again, and she's done it, hasn't she?
"But come on, now," he resumed, as though reluctantly—"I suppose we've got to go up there—Grace—? Too bad.... But I wanted to see Jennie first."
"My God!" whispered Virginia Rawn, shuddering. "Oh, my God!"