Am I not to have one more chance—a chance to prove to you how much I care ?"
She turned, and even in the dusk he saw that her eyes were wet.
"Oh, I don't know, I don't know." she whispered. "I'm not angry any more. I m just—at sea. I don't know what to think—what to do. Why try any longer? I think I'll go away—and give up."
"You mustn't do that," urged Magee. They came back into the firelight. "Miss Thornhill has just informed me that she knows who has the package!"
"Indeed," said the girl calmly, but her face had flushed.
"I didn't let her tell me, of course."
"Why not?" Oh, how maddening women could be!
"Why not?" Magee's tone was hurt. "Because I couldn't use her information in getting the money for you."
"You are still going to get the money for me?"
Maddening certainly, as a rough-edged collar.
