"Then tell me—"
"I can't, there's no time. You must go—go at once—save yourself before they can come back and catch you here."
"Not a step till I know."
"Oh, you will drive me mad!" Amazingly, on top of that, the slender body shook with guarded laughter. "Very well, then! I'll tell you—but on two conditions: You must promise me to go immediately after, and not to let Morphew suspect. I want to be the first to tell him, and see his face when he learns . . . I've had dictographs wired in all through the house."
"But—good God—for what purpose?"
CRANE LEARNS THAT HIS CONFIDENCE IN THE LONE WOLF'S CAPACITY FOR REGENERATION HAS NOT BEEN MISPLACED.
"You're so stupid!" The rug deadened the stamp of a frivolous slipper. "Why do you think I care whether you go or stay? Why do you suppose I ever let them think they'd got round me again? Only because I wanted to help . . ."