The exquisite delicacy with which she analysed the cost and computed the interest won for her the warmest regard of her husband's friend, fellow conspirator in a plot which involved the subtlest test of loyalty and honour.
"Yes," said Medcroft simply.

"You won't have reason to change your opinion, Brock." He hesitated for a moment and then burst out, rather plaintively: "She's an awfully good sort, demme, she is.

And so are you, Brock,--it's mighty decent of you.

You're the only man in all the world that I could or would have asked to do this for me.

You are my best friend, Brock,--you always have been." He seized the American's hand and wrung it fervently.