"I came as soon as I could," she protested. "Before God, that's true."
"All right. I believe you."
By this time, recovering a little, she had risen. He was thinking hard.
"Promise you won't go," she begged.
He looked at her—a piteous object, her powder trailed by tears.
"I promise—nothing," he said firmly.
"Oh, if you go, all this will be wasted—you know the risks I've run—I've been through hell today."
Her voice rang with agony and despair.
"I appreciate that," he answered quietly, "and thank you. Now—to get you away safely."
"Eh?"