“You can save me,” she said in an intense, earnest voice. “You can save my life if you will.”
“If I will? Why, of course I will,” was my quick response.
“Then you will really help me?”
“Only tell me what you wish me to do and I’ll do it at once,” I replied.
“You will have no fear?”
“Fear of what?”
“Well,” she exclaimed, hesitating, “suppose you were suspected of something—that the police believed you to be guilty of a crime?”
“Guilty of a crime?” I echoed, with a forced smile. “Well, they might suspect whatever they like, so long as I was innocent.”
“Then you are really prepared to bear any suspicion if it would be for my salvation?”
“Have I not already said that I am quite ready to help you, Tibbie?”