—you wanted to say to me. But the fact is, I fixed it all—came here, I mean, because—I knew would come, and I had something to tell you. It was such a miserable thing I—needed the accessories to help me out."
"I don't want to hear anything that distresses you to tell," I assured her. "I didn't come here to force your confidence, Alison. I came because I couldn't help it." She did not object to my use of her name.
"Have you found the—your papers?" she asked, looking directly at me for almost the first time.
"Not yet. We hope to."
"The—police have not interfered with you?"
"They haven't had any opportunity," I equivocated. "You needn't distress yourself about that, anyhow."
"But I do. I wonder why you still believe in me? Nobody else does."
"I wonder," I repeated, "why I do!"
"If you produce Harry Sullivan," she was saying, partly to herself, "and if you could connect him with—Mr. Bronson, and get a full
