"And sometimes wrecks continents to get it."
"I'd wreck this one, anyhow," said Miss Greeby dryly. "However, we're pals, and if there's anything I can do—"
"Yes, there is," said Lambert abruptly, and making up his mind to trust her, since she showed plainly that there was no chance of love on her part destroying friendship. "I'm sick here and can't move. Let me engage you to act on my behalf."
"As what, if you don't mind my asking, Lambert?"
"As what you are for the moment, a detective."
"Ho!" said Miss Greeby in a guttural manner. "What's that?"
"I want you to learn on my behalf, and as my deputy, who murdered Pine."
"So that you can marry Agnes?"
"No. The will has stopped my chances in that direction. Her two million forms quite an insurmountable barrier between us now, as the fact of her being Pine's wife did formerly. Now you understand the situation, and that I am prevented by honor from making her my wife, don't let us talk any more on that especial subject."
"Right you are," assented Miss Greeby affably. "Only I'll say this, that you are too scrupulous, and if I can help you to marry Agnes I shall do so."