“I think I can trust you, Brockey.”
“Think you can!” Brockey ejaculated. “You have done so, and never found me unworthy of the trust. You remember——”
The blood left Darwin’s face when thus addressed, for a moment, and a paleness usurped its place.
“Why, Mr. Darwin, I was in hopes——”
“I think you are misunderstanding me. I know you—I can trust you, and it is not everybody I would; let that suffice. I shall want you to do something more for me.”
“What is that?”
“Carter must be put out of the way.”
“I begin to comprehend. That man has been the bitterest enemy that I ever had.”
“You don’t love him?”
“No.”