“I don’t think they’ll help you this time,” Denby said. “I believe you’ll still enjoy that winter climate.”
“Aw, come on, you dirty grafter,” Gibbs cried contemptuously, and with his partner led the broken man away.
Ethel came to his side when they were alone. “Did you really mean it about arranging with Mr. Harrington?” she cried.
He looked down at her tenderly. “Yes,” he said. “We’ve saved her.”
“And you are really R. J.?” she exclaimed wonderingly.
“I really am,” he returned. “Can’t you guess how much I wanted to tell you before? But I couldn’t you know, at first, because I thought you might be Taylor’s accomplice. And later, I still dared not, because I was under orders with my duty toward my Government. Can you forgive me for making you suffer like that?”
“Forgive you?” she whispered tenderly. “Haven’t I said I love you?”
He took her in his arms and kissed her.
“And everything’s all right now, isn’t it?” she sighed happily.
He looked at her whimsically.