An hour later Turk returned. He was grinning broadly as he entered the room.
“Did you succeed?” demanded Quentin, leaping to his feet. For answer the little man daintily, gingerly dropped a small envelope into his hand.
“She says to give th' note to you an' to nobody else,” he said, triumphantly. Quentin hesitated an instant before tearing open the envelope, the contents of which meant so much to him. As he read, the gloom lifted from his face and his figure straightened to its full height. The old light came back to his eyes.
“She says I may come, Dickey. I knew she would,” he exclaimed, joyously.
“When?”
“At nine to-night.”
“Is that all she says?”
“Well—er—no. She says she will see me for the last time.”
“Not very comforting, I should say.”
“I'll risk it's being the last time. I tell you, Savage, I'm desperate. This damnable game has gone far enough. She'll know the truth about the man she's going to marry. If she wants to marry him after what I tell her, I'll—I'll—well, I'll give it up, that's all.”