Her voice broke, and she turned her face away.
“You must be brave, Miss Trevert,” said the boy, putting his hand on her shoulder. “Don’t ask me to tell you more now. Your friends are working to get at the truth ...”
“The truth!” cried the girl. “God knows where the truth will lead us!”
Bruce Wright hesitated a moment.
“I don’t think you have any need to fear the truth!” he said presently.
The girl took her handkerchief from her face and looked at him with brimming eyes.
“You know more than you let me think you did,” she said brokenly. “But you are a friend of mine, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” said Bruce, and added boldly:
“And of his too!”
She did not speak again, but gave him her hand. He clasped it and went out hurriedly to catch his train back to London.