Gradually the glow of an idea lit up her cheeks.
"I think I see the way out!" she exclaimed.
"What's the plan?"
"Will you trust to me—trust to me implicitly without asking for reasons?"
"I'd trust you to the world's end!"
"Then write to your wife for me."
"To say——?"
"To say that I want to meet her."
"But she'd never come!"
"I know her better than you do. I saw her in the train that morning—heard her speak. It told me a great deal. We women know one another's springs of actions. If you write the letter I dictate, she'll come!"