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low your chance. Noblesse oblige. We'll pull her through."
"You say 'we'" he returned, "but you do keep out of it!"
"Why should you wish me to interfere with you?" I asked. "I wouldn't keep out of it if she wanted me as much as she wants you. That, by your own admission, is exactly what she doesn't."
"Well, then," said Brissenden, "I'll make her go for you. I think I want your assistance quite as much as she can want mine."
"Oh," I protested for this, "I've really given you already every ounce of mine I can squeeze out. And you know for yourself far more than I do."
"No, I don't!"—with which he became quite sharp; "for you know how you know it—which I've not a notion of. It's just what I think," he continued, facing me again, "you ought to tell me."
"I'm a little in doubt of what you're talking of, but I suppose you to allude to the oddity of my being so much interested without my having been more informed."
"You've got some clue," Brissenden said; "and a clue is what I myself want."
"Then get it," I laughed, "from Mrs. Server!"
He wondered. "Does she know?"
I had still, after all, to dodge a little. "Know what?"
"Why, that you've found out what she has to hide."
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