“Let it be to-morrow.”
“And then?”
“I shall employ agents, have them watched, collect evidence—it is very simple.”
“You have money?”
“I never lacked for that,” he said.
She brought her face near to his, her hair shrouding him in gold. The sun shimmered through upon them both. Her eyes commanded him, and he kissed her.
“I will go to-morrow,” he said.
“For life or death, Jim.”
“Phyl, you believe in me?”
“What a question, now!”