"
"What is this secret then?" I asked, perplexed.
"Don't be absurd," she answered. "If I knew it, should I be likely to
tell it to you? I have an idea of the nature of it, of course. But that
is not enough."
"But--who is he then?" I asked. "How came he to obtain possession of it?"
"Now you are asking questions," she reminded me. "Believe me, you are
safer, very much safer knowing nothing. If I were your friend--"
She hesitated. All the time her eyes were fixed upon me. She seemed to be
trying to read the thoughts which were passing through my brain.
"If you were my friend," I repeated--"well?"
"I would give you some excellent advice," she said slowly.
"I am ready to take it!" I declared.
"On trust?"
"I believe so," I answered. "At least, you might give me the chance." She
sank down upon the settee at the extreme end of the terrace. There was
little chance here of being overheard, as we had a clear view of the only
approach.
"After all," she said, "I do not think that it would be worth while. You
belong to a class which I do not understand--which I do not pretend to
understand.
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