“From whom?”

“Archie.”

“Is Densmore here?”

“No; he came over to Philadelphia to deliver it.”

“About us?”

She nodded. “Don’t take it so gloomily. It was to be expected.”

He frowned. “It’s on my mind all the time; the danger to you.”

“Would you end it?” she said softly.

“Yes.”

Too confident to misconstrue his reply, she let her hand fall on his, waiting.