"But," said Dorothy, "he knew nothing of the will, as I told you before."
"And he with an influence over Foster, who did know all about the will?"
Dorothy changed color once again. She was startled.
"I never thought of that," she admitted. "Foster might have told."
"There's a great deal to clear up in a case like this," said Garrison, "even when suspicions point your course. I think I can land Mr. Theodore on the things he attempted on me, but not just yet. He may reveal himself a little more. Besides, our alleged marriage will hardly bear a close investigation."
For the moment Dorothy was more concerned by his personal danger than by anything concerning the case.
"You told me a little of what was attempted in the park," she said. "I've thought about it ever since—such a terrible attack! If anything dreadful should happen to you——"
She broke off suddenly, turned crimson to her hair, and dropped her gaze from his face.
In that moment he resisted the greatest temptation of his life—the impulse to sink at her feet on his knees, and tell her of his love. He knew she felt, as he did, the wondrous attraction between them; he knew that to her, as to himself, the impression was strong that they had known each other always; but hired as he had been to conduct an affair in which it had been particularly stipulated there was to be no sentiment, or even the slightest thought of such a development, he throttled his passion and held himself in check.
"Some guardian angel must have hovered near," was all he permitted himself to reply, but she fathomed the depth of his meaning.