"Some man—"
"No, no. What man could understand me? A woman, Henry!"
"Nell Lebrun."
"The girl who loves you? You want me to plead before her?"
"Put her on her honor and she'll be as straight as a string with both of us."
For a moment Donnegan considered, and at length: "She loves you, Henry. You have that advantage. You have only to let her know that this is a vital matter to you and she'll speak as you wish her to speak."
"Nonsense. You don't know her. You've seen yourself that no man can control her absolutely."
"Make a concession."
"A thousand, Garry, dear boy, if they'll get us clear from this horrible mess."
"Only this. Leave The Corner for a few hours. Give me until—tonight. Let me see Nelly during that time. You've had years to work on her. I want only this time to put my own case before her."