He is down in the garage now with my father." "Shot!" she murmured.

"Most Dieu!" "I want to help you," he continued.
Her eyes questioned him almost fiercely.
"You are sure ?" "I am sure." "You know what it means ?" "I do." "How did you guess the truth ?" "I remembered your mouth," he told her.

"I saw your car last night, and I traced it up the avenue this morning." "A mouth isn't much to go by," she observed, with a very wan smile.
"It happens to be your mouth," he replied.
She rose to her feet and stood for a moment as though listening.

Then she thrust her hand down into the bosom of her gown and produced a small roll of paper wrapped in a sheet of oilskin.

He took it from her at once and slipped it into the breast pocket of his coat.
"You understand what you are doing ?" she persisted.
"Perfectly;" he replied.
She crossed the room towards the hearthrug and stood there for a moment, leaning against the mantelpiece.
"Is there anything else I can do ?" he asked.
She turned around.