“You don’t know what I am afraid of?”
Again there came into the intensity of his gaze the characteristic touch of the startled animal seeking to comprehend. It was a mood which she had learned to fear and avoid. She took his hands in hers, pressing them firmly, as though by the act transferring to him some of her abundant strength and courage.
“Some time you can tell me—not now. I want you to rest.”
“Fortier was here, in this room, wasn’t he?” he said at length.
“Yes.”
“And now?”
“I had O’Leary take him into the studio until you could decide——”
“Decide what?”
“Whether to let him go or to send for the police,” she said, after some hesitation.