I wondered why he had not already killed me. He answered, not only my question, but almost my thought.
"A girl who amounts to nothing, but it happens that I love her. Wolf Turber—the great Wolf Turber—you would not think it of me, would you?"
Unfathomable fellow! There was almost sincerity mixed with the irony of his tone. "And because I want her love—she has just a little hold over me." He added wryly: "I've just now promised her I would not kill you. She thinks of nothing else, so I promised her—to get it off her mind."
I managed, "Well, I thank you both."
"You need not. Her brother Alan—there is no complication with him since we left him dead back there in the park."
It sent a shudder over me; but somehow I did not believe it.
A man stood at the door. "Wolf Turber, will you come?"
"Coming, Jonas."
Turber leaned smilingly over me. Against all my will, I shrank back from his grinning, massive face.