“But how will it benefit them, if the papers are already in their
possession?”
“You will forgive me if I find it possible to doubt.”
She turned away from him and studied the lines of foam that streamed
across the green troughs of the sea.
“I suppose that conversation between us two is superfluous. You
distrust me and I----”
“I think perhaps,” he said gravely, “that it would be pleasanter for
both of us not to hear your sentiments toward me. Since the night of
Lady Heathcote’s dinner in London you ceased to be Miss Doris Mather
and became merely an official document. It is my duty to preserve it
and deliver it safely.”
“I hope you may succeed. Otherwise the American Ambassador in Berlin
may----”
“Unfortunately,” he went on quietly, “the American Ambassador cannot be
informed.”
She laughed with a greater confidence than she felt.
“You surely can’t believe that my absence from England will pass
unnoticed. Do you think that my father--that Lady Heathcote----”
She paused bewildered.
“They will merely know that you rode late at night to Ben-a-Chielt and
that your horse was found riderless on the moor.”
She buried her face in her hands and a sob broke from her throat. It
was true. They would think her dead. For the first time she really was
able to think of things in their true aspect.
“It’s cruel,” she gasped. “How could you!”
He was too wise to touch her or even by his manner to show too deep a
sympathy.
“I am sorry,” he said coolly, “awfully sorry. As you know, I would
have had things different. You may still doubt me when I say that what
I have done is the hardest task that I ever undertook in my life. But
that is true. You were the only person in England who jeopardized my
existence there. I had to take you away. I regret the necessity of
having to use force. I shall do what I can here upon the _Sylph_ to
counteract the unpleasant impression of my brutality. I am not a bully
and a woman-baiter. I am a spoke in the wheel of destiny which you had
clogged. By all the rules of the game you should have died. Reasons
which I need not mention made your death at my hands an impossibility.
So I merely removed you to a place of safety. No harm shall come to
you, I pledge my honor.”
“Thanks,” she said dully, struggling up, her face away from him. And
then dauntlessly, “Small a thing as it is, I must be content with
that.” She had risen and turned, “And now, if you don’t mind, I will
go below. I would prefer to be alone. If, as you protest, you would do
me kindness, you will not ask to see me.”
He bowed.
“I have given instructions that you shall be allowed to do as you
please. Mrs. Madden will furnish you with all that you require both I
think of linen and toilet articles. I shall not try to see you again
until we land.”
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