"He'll be obliged to take his medicine—otherwise suspicion might possibly rest upon you."
"Good Heavens!"
She was very pale.
"This story in the Star has precipitated everything," he added. "Already it contains a hint that you and your 'husband' are the ones who benefit most by the possible murder of John Hardy."
She sank on a chair and looked at him helplessly.
"I suppose you'll have to go—but I don't know what I shall do without you. How long do you think you'll be away?"
"It is quite impossible to say. I shall return as soon as circumstances permit. I'll write whenever I can."
"I shall need some things from the house," she said. "I have absolutely nothing here."
"Buy what you need, and remain indoors as much as you can," he instructed. "Reporters will be sure to haunt the house in Ninety-third Street, hoping to see us return."
"It's horrible!" said Dorothy. "It almost makes me wish I had never heard of any will!"