“It is not true,” murmured Moira, piteous appeal in voice and eyes. A spasm crossed the pale face upon which her eyes rested, then the old cynical look returned.
“Once more, thank you, Mrs. Cameron,” he said with a bow to Mandy, “for a happy half-hour by your fireside, and farewell.”
“Good-by,” said Mandy sadly.
He turned to Moira.
“Oh, good-by, good-by,” cried the girl impulsively, reaching out her hand.
“Good-by,” he said simply. “I shall not forget that you were kind to me.” He bent low before her, but did not touch her outstretched hand. As he turned toward the door Jerry slipped in before him.
“You let him go?” he cried excitedly, looking at the Superintendent; but before the latter could answer a hand caught him by the coat collar and with a swift jerk landed him on the floor. It was Smith, his face furiously red. Before Jerry could recover himself Raven had opened the door and passed out.
“Oh, how awful!” said Mandy in a hushed, broken voice.
Moira stood for a moment as if dazed, then suddenly turned to Smith and said:
“Thank you. That was well done.”