“I don't think I quite understand, Natalie. Why did you wire for him?”
“You wouldn't understand, of course. I was in trouble. He has been my best friend. I tried to bear it alone, but I couldn't. I—”
“Alone! You wouldn't see me.”
“I couldn't, Clay.”
“Why?”
“Because—if Graham had died—”
Her mouth trembled. She put her hand to her throat.
“You would have blamed me for his death?”
“Yes.”
“Then, even now, if—”