"My dear!" Lady O'Moy was shocked almost beyond expression. "How
you must dislike the man to suggest that he could be such a - such
a Judas."
"I do not suggest that he could be. I warn you never to run the
risk of testing him. He maybe as honest in this matter as he
pretends. But if ever Dick were to come to you for help, you must
take no risk."
The phrase was a happier one than Sylvia could suppose. It was
almost the very phrase that Dick himself had used; and its
reiteration by another bore conviction to her ladyship.
"To whom then should I go?" she demanded plaintively. And Sylvia,
speaking with knowledge, remembering the promise that Tremayne
had given her, answered readily: "There is but one man whose
assistance you could safely seek. Indeed I wonder you should not
have thought of him in the first instance, since he is your own, as
well as Dick's lifelong friend."
"Ned Tremayne?" Her ladyship fell into thought. "Do you know, I
am a little afraid of Ned. He is so very sober and cold. You do
mean Ned - don't you?"
"Whom else should I mean?"
"But what could he do?"
"My dear, how should I know? But at least I know - for I think I
can be sure of this - that he will not lack the will to help you;
and to have the will, in a man like Captain Tremayne, is to find
a way.
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