“She deceived you once, remember. Why do you still trust her?”
“Her deception was one for self-sacrifice—to save her father.”
“And my refusal to assist you in saving her from Gordon-Wright is from the same motive.”
“To save your father?”
“How do I know? I tell you I am puzzled.”
“Then the secret is perhaps a guilty one?” I said seriously.
“She must marry this man,” was all her response.
“And this from you, Miss Miller—you, who have always posed as her friend!” I exclaimed reproachfully, for her change of manner had utterly confounded me. I had relied upon her as my friend.
“I am certainly not her enemy,” she hastened to assert. “To see her the wife of Gordon-Wright is my very last desire. Yet it is unfortunately imperative for—” and she stopped short, without concluding her sentence.
“For what?”