"Very well," he said, "we'll go back to her together."
He took out some money and carelessly walked toward the bar in the front room. But Harry followed quickly and caught him by the arm.
"Jim," he muttered, "you won't do that!"
"We'll tell her the truth—I guess you're right. She ought to know."
"Wait a minute——"
His hand was trembling on the officer's sleeve and the dark beard seemed to make the face look ghastly under its tan.
"Not yet, Jim. Not to-night. We—we'll have to let things be for awhile. Just sit down again for a minute. We've got to find a way to straighten this thing out—to get you back into your old job——"
"How?" dryly.
"I—I don't know just now, but we can work it somehow——"
"It's too late——"