Criminals -- Fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; London (England) -- Fiction; Siblings -- Fiction
"What do you mean?"
"Why, don't you see my position? If this evidence gets to the police it
will mean immediate action on the part of some of the smartest
detectives in London--in fact, everywhere additional particulars of your
brother and this crime will be sent. Within a month he may be caught and
within another month have to stand his trial! What happens then? Why, in
all probability it will transpire, or out of sheer spite at me--for he
bears me no love I can tell you--he will say how we met at your house,
and how I, knowing well who he was, failed to give notice to the
authorities, as I should have done for your sake. Think then of the
position I am in--in fact, of the position we both are in!"
"My God!" she cried, "that must not be. You must run no risks. You must
not consider me. Oh, if anything were to happen to you through
this!--through me! If necessary you must act at once--you must give him
up before this fresh charge comes."
"First of all I think we had better inquire a little more closely into
the value of this boy's evidence. He is an unscrupulous young liar, as I
have already proved. Then we will act accordingly. Meanwhile, there is
not the least need for you to alarm yourself. You can safely leave the
whole affair in my hands. But there is something else I would like you
to tell me if you will--that is, how, in the first instance, you came
into contact with my uncle. I know partly it was through a governess
agency, but somehow--I--I have often thought there was something
more--something that you would tell me of your own accord perhaps some
day?"
"Yes," she answered simply, "you are right, there is. And I had fully
intended to tell you. Your friendship deserves----"
"Friendship, Miriam?"
"Let us call it that--it is best so. But before I can tell you exactly
how I came to meet with Mr. Barton, I must tell you of my life before
that time. It will not be pleasant hearing for you. It is terrible to
me, even now, to go back to it, for it was a time of darkness and of
deprivation, of absolute want, and of the most acute suffering, physical
and mental."
He looked at her with a whole world of pity in his eyes.
"Don't, if it pains you so," he said.
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