"I want you," he replied, "to come to my office to-morrow evening at six. Here's my card. Will you do it?"
She took the card and thrust it through the opening of her shirtwaist.
"What do you want with me when you get me there?" she wondered.
"I want you to come with me to Miss Lennox, and deny the story that you told her about me."
Mary's heart sank. She could not bear the thought of facing Marian.
"What's the use o' that?" she pleaded.
"What's the use? Why, how else are you going to put me right with her?"
"But I couldn't."
"You must."
"I couldn't, Mr. Dyker. Honest, I couldn't. She'd know I was lyin' to her."