"Have it so, Nance. I'm here in my own shoes, a free man, with nothing to hide under my coat. But I'll tell you one thing: I have a good, fierce grudge against De Rothan."
Her face expressed the searching of her thoughts.
"Because he is a spy? Or has he offended you?"
"Because I hate the man."
"Then you are not—not disinterested?"
He smiled grimly.
"Nance, I'm not."
She hid her eyes under black lashes, and her lips trembled perceptibly.
"But I must trust some one."
"Trust me."