“I am not quite a fool,” she added. “You have the whip-hand of me, I admit frankly. If I thought to match myself against you, and bluff it out, I recognise I have not a dog’s chance. Yes, I am willing to help you to save Guy Rossett. But I would like you to tell me why you want so particularly to save him.”
But Moreno was not going to satisfy her curiosity. He gave her one of his reasons.
“Because I hate and loathe unnecessary bloodshed,” was his answer.
There was a long pause, during which Violet’s mind worked rapidly.
“Are you very sure in your own mind how you are going to save him?” she asked presently. “I mean, so that we can go scot free.”
Self would always be the predominating note, he thought. Well, perhaps that was natural.
He tapped his forehead significantly.
“I have pretty well worked it out here; there are just a few details to be filled in. With regard to our own personal safety, I feel pretty confident I shall be unsuspected. As for you, I will guarantee it. I will see you every day, as my plans develop.”
Violet rose to say good night. There was genuine admiration in her glance, as she held out her hand.
“I believe you are a very wonderful man,” she said, in a tone of conviction.