"I know," she answered. "You mean our only alternative is to cheat the law."
He looked at her steadily. "That is the only way. If we suffer ourselves to be taken, we have not got a dog's chance."
Weak woman as she was, she gathered something of his iron resolution. Yes, they must die and die together, to cheat the law. Such was to be the end of the brilliant adventuress who had inveigled two men into marriage, Jack Pomfret and Guy Spencer, with her subtle and elusive charm.
"And what do you suggest, George? You have thought of these things more than I have."
"I have always thought of them," said Dutton gloomily. "Well, there are various ways I can suggest to you. I can shoot you first, and myself afterwards."
She shuddered. "Some other way than that."
"I can give you some tabloids."
"Is there any pain?" she queried.
"Hardly any."
She shuddered again. "Hardly any. That does not sound very convincing."