"It's not wasted. While I was sitting there a woman came by heavily veiled. I didn't know her at first, but when she saw me she gave a little cry. It was forced from her. She didn't mean to let me recognize her. She tried to get away, but I stopped her."
Jack concealed his smile.
"It was Miriam," Bobo went on. "And what do you think! Just like me she had been attracted to the spot where we had been happy! Wasn't that wonderful!"
"Very wonderful!" said Jack drily.
"She was so overcome she had to sit down for a moment," Bobo continued. "When I reproached her for not sending me word, she said she had been so shocked at the discovery of Mrs. Cleaver's wickedness, she hadn't known what she was doing. Her one idea was to escape from that woman's house. Why didn't you tell me what she had been up to?"
"Never mind that now. Go on with your story."
"When she collected her wits, she said she didn't think it was any use her writing to me, because she was sure I would think she was mixed up in it too."
"Well that was pretty near the truth," Jack put in.
"She said she was sure you would never let such a chance go by of turning me against her."
"But I didn't use it against her, did I?"