He knew that if he stayed he could not keep his hands from his enemy's throat.
James wrung his hands. “My God, Jeff, it's awful! To think that a little fault should come out now to ruin me. After I've gone so far and am on the way to bigger things. It's ghastly luck. Can't you do something? Can't you keep the fellow quiet? I'll pay anything in reason.”
Jeff looked at him steadily. “I wouldn't say that to him if I were you.”
“Oh, I don't know what I'm saying.” He mopped the blood from his face with a handkerchief. “I'm half crazy. Did he mark me up badly?” James examined himself anxiously in the glass. “He's just chopped my face to pieces. I'll have to get out of the city to-night and stay away till the marks are gone. But the main point is to keep him from talking. Can you do it?”
For once Jeff's toleration failed him. “He's right. You are a selfish beggar. Don't you ever think of anyone except yourself?”
“I'm not thinking of myself at all, but of—of someone else. You're wronging me, Jeff. This is not the time to go back on me, now that I'm in trouble. You've got to help me out. You've got to keep Miller quiet. If he talks I'm done for.”
His cousin looked at him with contemptuous eyes. “Can't you see—haven't you fineness enough to see that Sam Miller would cut an arm off before he would expose his wife to more talk? Your precious secret's safe.”
“It's all very well for you to talk that way,” James complained. “I don't suppose you ever were put into temptation by a woman. You're not a lady's man. I'm the kind they take a shine to for some reason. Now this Anderson woman—”
Sharply Jeff cut in. “That's enough. When you speak of her it won't be in that tone of voice. You'll speak respectfully of her. She's the wife of my friend; and before she met you was innocent as a child.”
“What do you know of her? I tell you, Jeff, there's a type of woman that's always smiling round the corner at you. I don't say I did right to yield to her. Of course I didn't. But, hang it, I'm not a block of wood. I've got red blood in my veins. The whip of youth drove me on. You've probably never noticed it, but she was a devilish pretty girl.”