“But you will come—you will come today—and be properly thanked,” she said. “You will—won’t you?”
Spargo allowed himself to retain possession of the hand. Also he took a straight look into Jessie Aylmore’s eyes.
“I don’t want thanks,” he said. “It was all a lot of luck. And if I come—today—it will be to see—just you!”
Jessie Aylmore looked down at the two hands.
“I think,” she whispered, “I think that is what I really meant!”
THE END