“Yes, I suppose I have nerves,” she said, smiling wanly. “I didn’t know it before. I think some of them must have snapped—but I’m better now. I’ll get up this afternoon.”
“I’ve something that will help you, if you will take it.”
Stella’s brow clouded, and her eyes, wide and cold, assumed a sinister half-mad expression.
“You have a message from Mr. Graham?”
“How did you guess it?”
“He has tried every other possible way. I wondered if he would stoop to this.”
“Stoop!—what do you mean?”
“To use you for such a purpose.”
“And why not?”
“You ask that of me?” The great brown eyes pierced Susie’s soul.