But Billy only shook his head. This was all very well at the Surrey and Sadlers Wells, but——
"It's a physical impossibility," he said. "And if it wasn't, I wouldn't."
"That's final?" said Louie, looking into his eyes for the last time.
"My dear girl——"
Louie rose. "All right. Then we may as well get across to the Palace and see Marie Lloyd."
Could she have said more? She did not see that she could. The chance loomed tremendously large now that Jim had been fool enough to write things after all, and perhaps his wife was reading that journal, if it was a journal, even then——
Louie could not stop her—no power on earth could stop her. What Jim had evidently not told her during his life she would read for herself now that he had gone.
He would have done better to tell her.
But there: perhaps it was not a journal——