"The way out is quite easy."
"How?"
"If you have any regard for your future put your love aside," was her hard response.
"You hate her!" I said, knitting my brows, yet recollecting the proof I had secured of her presence in Digby's flat.
"Yes," was her prompt response. "I hate her—I have cause to hate her!"
"What cause?"
"That is my own affair, Mr. Royle—my own secret. Find Digby, and he will, no doubt, tell you the truth."
"The truth concerning Phrida?"
"Yes."
"But he knew I was engaged to her! Why did he not speak?"