“Why did you make yourself so like Jimmy?” she demanded. It was the last thing he expected her to say.
“Because I realized the necessity of another interview with you, and because I thought that for a few moments at least I could deceive you.”
“You might have done so indeed, for a moment; but not for long. But why did you wish to do it?”
“Juno, every wish that I had was built upon the desire to recover possession of the tin cylinder, which I was sure you held in your possession. To-night I have heard you admit that you have it. I want it, Juno.”
“Suppose I should refuse it?”
“In that case I would keep on searching till I discovered it; that is all.”
She came a step nearer to him.
“You saved my life to-night, Nick Carter. Do you realize that? That man would have killed me. You appeared on the scene just in time.”
“That is why I appeared,” he replied.
“I owe you something for that, my friend. But first of all, I owe you an apology—for what I said and did when you were here at my reception. Will you forgive me?”