“Why not?”
“Because I shall not take the risk of dragging you in.”
“Who are these people who seem to be hounding you?”
“I can’t tell you.”
“You trust me, don’t you?”
She nodded, her face partly averted:
“It isn’t that. And I had meant to tell you something concerning this matter—tell you just enough so that I might ask your advice. In fact, that is what 174 I wrote you in that letter—being rather scared and desperate.... But half my letter to you has been stolen. The people who stole it are clever enough to piece it out and fill in what is missing——”
She turned impulsively and took his hands between her own. Her face had grown quite white.
“How much harm have I done to you, Garry? Have I already involved you by writing as much as I did write? I have been wondering.... I couldn’t bear to bring anything like that into your life——”
“Anything like what?” he asked bluntly. “Why don’t you tell me, Thessa?”