vault. I can think of no other explanation for the action of Scotland Yard. But, don't worry, dear. I haven't done anything wrong, and they can't stow me away in—"
"The beasts!" cried Jane, furiously.
He stroked her clenched fingers.
"I wouldn't call 'em names, dear," he protested. "They're honest fellows, and simply doing—"
"They are the most despicable wretches on earth."
"You must be referring to my cousins. I thought—"
"Now, Eric," she broke in firmly, "I sha'n't let you give yourself up. You owe something to me. I love you with all my soul. If they were to take you back to London and—and put you in prison,—I'd—I'd die. I could not endure—" She suddenly broke down and, burying her face on his shoulder, sobbed chokingly.
He was deeply distressed.
"Oh, I say, dearest, don't—don't go under like this. I—I can't stand it. Don't cry, darling. It breaks my heart to see you—"
"I—I can't help it," she sobbed. "Give—give me a little—time. I'll be all right in a—minute."
He whispered consolingly: "That's right. Take your time, dear. I never dreamed you cared so much."
She looked up quickly, her eyes flashing through the tears.
"And do you care less for me, now that you see what a weak, silly—"
"Good Lord, no! I adore you more than ever. I— Who's there?"
