“What—you are going out!” she stammered, looking from one to the other. “It is for this afternoon, then?”
Dangerfield nodded, and something like a triumphant sneer, brutal and vindictive, quite foreign to his usual moods, appeared about his mouth.
“This afternoon, as I said!”
“You’re not going alone?”
“No, no; O’Leary’s with me.”
The alarm which had seized her from the first seemed suddenly translated into another terror as she caught him by the arm, saying,
“One word—just one word first.”
While O’Leary and Sassafras stood waiting, ill at ease, she drew him over the hooded bridge which connected the two wings of the Arcade.
“Mr. Dan,” she said breathlessly, clasping her hands, “you’ll come back?”