“Not a word. There, I beg of you.”
“Very well,” she said with another peculiar look and tripped out of the room.
“That’s better,” cried Tom. “Now come along.”
“Where are you going?”
“To dieci otto. That’s where the man said they were—not they, he said she was alone now. Come on: I’ll get her away, and if he comes to claim her, why then, damn him!”
“No violence, Tom, for your sister’s sake. He may be there. Let me go and see her.”
“You? Not me, my boy. Why, I might mark the scoundrel, but you would kill him.”
“No,” said Melton, thoughtfully, “I don’t think I should do that to the man she loved.”
“You’re a good fellow, Charley. There, I’ll go. I haven’t hunted them all this time to give up at the last. Don’t hinder me, old chap.”
“But look here, there has been exposé enough. Had it not all better be settled quietly?”