"I know already!" answered the girl. "I know more than you think—and I forgive it all. Oh, Andy, don't make it too hard for me! Help me—won't you?"
Suddenly, with a realization of what all this meant, he opened his arms, as to a child, and, like a confiding child, she went into them.
"I love you," she whispered. "That's all—I love you!"
"My love—my love—my love!" said Andrew.
CHAPTER XX.
THE SHADOW.
Your most astute strategist is the general ready, at any stage of the campaign, to authorize a complete change of plan, if the circumstances call for it, and to make for the end in view along wholly altered lines. The Braddocks of warfare are those who at all hazards persist in the course at first laid out.
Radwalader, contrary to his custom, did not leave his apartment until mid-afternoon of the following day. He carried a valise, and stopped for a moment on the step to snuff the fresh air with appreciation. Then he said "Psst!" and the yellow cab which was standing at the corner of the avenue squeaked into motion and drew up at the kerb.