“Oh, that is all in the game, Juno. I think I admired you when you did it. It was a very plucky thing to do.”
“No. That is a mistake. It was not a plucky thing to do; it was a despicable thing for me to do. Will you forgive it? Say yes, if you mean it.”
“Yes. Wholly. Entirely. And now——”
“Before we refer to the tin cylinder and the papers it contains, will you do me a favor, please?” she interrupted him.
“I think so. What is it?”
“That door opens into a lavatory. Go in there and remove the disguise. Let me talk to you as Nick Carter; not as what you appear to be.”
Without a word he turned away. Five minutes later he was back again, and stood before her with not a trace of the disguise left upon him. He noticed that she was holding in one of her hands the tin cylinder about which so much had been done, and which had been the cause of so many things happening.
With only a few words of comment, she placed it in his hands.
“Take it,” she said. “I hate it and all that is connected with it. Somehow I feel as if I were responsible for the death of poor Turnieff, although I swear to you——”
“You need not, Juno. I am already convinced of that much.”