Randy gave a quick exclamation. "Surely you won't go."
"Why not? I've got to turn—the knife——"
He groaned. "So this is what I've let you in for——"
"Well, I shall see it through, Randy."
"Becky, don't go to him in the garden."
"Why not?"
"The whole thing is wrong," the boy said, slowly. "I lied to give you your opportunity, and now, I'd rather die than think of you out there——"
"Then you don't trust me, Randy?"
"My dear, I do. But I don't trust—him."