Dennis kept hold of him. "Good-bye?"
Tony had a supreme hesitation. "She's safe."
Dennis had a shorter one. "Do you speak of Miss Martle?"
"Not of Miss Martle."
"Then I can. She's safe."
"Thank you," said Tony. He drew away his hand.
"As for the person you do speak of, if you say it———" and Dennis paused.
"She's safe," Tony repeated.
"That's all I ask of you. The Doctor will do the rest."
"I know what the Doctor will do." Tony was silent a moment. "What will you do?"
Dennis waited, but at last he spoke. "Everything but marry her."
A flare of admiration rose and fell in Tony's eyes. "You're beyond me!"
"I don't in the least know where I am, save that I'm in a black, bloody nightmare and that it's not I, it's not she, it's not you, it's not any one. I shall wake up at last, I suppose, but meanwhile———"
"There's plenty more to come? Oh, as much as you like!" Tony excitedly declared.
