Page:Bentley- Trent's Last Case (Nelson, nd).djvu/195

This page has been validated.
THE WIFE OF DIVES.
187

I may tell you, of a short private note to my editor, followed by a long dispatch for publication in the Record. Now you may refuse to say anything to me. If you do refuse, my duty to my employers, as I see it, is to take this up to London with me today and leave it with my editor to be dealt with at his discretion. My view is, you understand, that I am not entitled to suppress it on the strength of a mere possibility that presents itself to my imagination. But if I gather from you–and I can gather it from no other person–that there is substance in that imaginary possibility I speak of, then I have only one thing to do as a gentleman and as one who'–he hesitated for a phrase–'wishes you well. I shall not publish that dispatch of mine. In some directions I decline to assist the police. Have you followed me so far?' he asked with a touch of anxiety in his careful coldness; for her face, but for its pallor, gave no sign as she regarded him, her hands clasped before her, and her shoulders drawn back in a pose of rigid calm. She looked precisely as she had looked at the inquest.

'I understand quite well,' said Mrs. Manderson in a low voice. She drew a deep breath,