But her steadfast, accusing eyes read more than that in his face, and her hands trembled on his arm.
"I'm afraid, Gene, I'm afraid," she declared desperately.

"Suppose-- suppose something _has_ happened ?" "It's absurd," and he attempted to laugh off her uneasiness.

"Why, nothing could have happened." "All those millions of dollars' worth of diamonds, Gene," she reminded him, "and he is--I shouldn't have left him alone." "Why, my dear Doris," and Mr.Wynne gathered the slender, trembling figure in his arms protectingly, "not one living soul, except you and I, knows that they are there.

There's no incentive to robbery, my dear--a poor, shabby little cottage like that.

There is not the slightest danger." "There is always danger, Gene," she contradicted.