"What about the Mrs. Grahame?"
"Stuff the Mrs. Grahame! After he's dead I can soon be Mrs. Lamb again. What's to stop me?"
"Shall we have to live here?"
She shuddered, involuntarily.
"Live here?--not much! We'll clear out of this in double quick time. We'll take a house in London, and live like princes."
He moistened his lips with his tongue.
"You'll act on the square with me?"
"Of course I will, if you'll act on the square with me. Look here, there's a ten-pound note for you. It's all I've got about me, but as you seem hard up you may find it useful. You go back, and unless I'm mistaken by to-morrow morning you'll hear he's dead. It won't take me long to put things ship-shape. Don't you write or try to see me, unless I give you the office. I'll keep you posted in how things are going. And so soon as I can lay hands on a good lot of the ready, if you like we'll go up to town together, and we'll have a real old spree as we go."
"Belle, you--you're----"
He stopped, as if his vocabulary failed him altogether.