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Rh "She loves you!" Dennis went on with a drop, before the red real, of all vain terms.

"She loves me!"—Tony's face reflected the mere monstrous fact. "It has made what it has made—her awful act and my silence. My silence is a part of the crime and the cruelty—I shall live to be a horror to myself. But I see it, none the less, as I see it, and I shall keep the word I gave her in the first madness of my fear. It came to me—there it is."

"I know what came to you," Dennis said.

Tony wondered. "Then you've seen her?"

Dennis hesitated. "I know it from the Doctor."

"I see" Tony thought a moment. "She, I imagine"

"Will keep it to herself? Leave that to me!" Dennis put out his hand again. "Good-bye."

"You take her away?"

"To-night."

Tony kept his hand. "Will her flight help Ramage?"

"Everything falls in. Three hours ago I came for her."

"So it will seem pre-arranged?"