'But, my God! those men! If they are following her—and myself—and if it is not—not Voisin——' He lifted his hand suddenly. 'I tell you, man, it is Voisin!'
As his hand dropped, the doctor came up and looked keenly from one to the other. I got up quickly.
'Doctor,' I said, 'I fear he has talked too much; but if you will let me talk to him a little longer—tell him something that will lift a weight from his mind, once he understands it, I am sure he will promise not to talk; and I will be brief.'
The doctor looked at his watch. 'Go on,' he said; 'I give you fifteen minutes.'
The guard heaved a long sigh of relief, and I seated myself again beside his cot.
'Now,' I said, 'I, on my part at least, am going to be perfectly frank with you. We must understand and aid each other.'
CHAPTER XXI.
'LET ME LAUGH!'
There were moments, yes, even hours, during the week while our guard lay upon his hospital cot unconscious or delirious, when I blamed myself severely for my lack of confidence or frankness that afternoon of his encounter with the brunette; times when I felt that he should have been told at least what I believed was the truth concerning her.