Take this to Maxine.
Every moment counts." So it seemed that it was always of her he thought--of Maxine de Renzie! And I, of all people in the world, was to help him, with her.
As I thought of this task he'd set me, and of all it meant, it appeared more and more incredible that he should have had the heart to ask such a thing of me.

But--it "meant more than his life." And I would do the thing, if it could be done, because of my pride.
As I drove away from the prison a kind of fury grew in me and possessed me.

I felt as if I had fire instead of blood in my veins.

If I had known that death, or worse than death, waited for me in the ghastly house to which Ivor had sent me, I would still have gone there.
My first thought was to go instantly, and get it over--with success or failure.

But calmer thoughts prevailed.
I hadn't looked at the papers yet.