“A great deal. I am your wife. I happened to see you just now.”
“So you played the spy?”
“I did, Luke, and I am not ashamed. I opened the door softly. You were too much occupied to notice me. I saw when you took her in your arms—you, who are another woman’s husband—kissed her. She repelled you, as a good woman should. I have not a word to say against her, but for you, Luke, for you—this to me is—the very last straw.”
“Never mind!” he said excitedly. “You shall go to Algiers when the trial is over. It will come on in a fortnight. The man has not a loophole of escape. The whole thing will sweep to its ghastly conclusion in a few weeks.”
“Are you sure?” she asked.
“Yes. What do you mean?”
“I was only thinking of the ace of trumps.”
“Again you talk in that ridiculous way. You made use of that expression before. What do you mean?”
“You will know presently. Good-by, Luke.”
“Where are you going?”