You
know, dear, I am not curious, but I really think you had better tell me
all about it. It will make things much easier."
She shook her head.
"It isn't my secret," she answered, "and besides, it's a dangerous one.
Whoever has the paper which was stolen through my carelessness, and
which I am going to try and get back, goes every moment in danger of
his life."
He smiled at her a little unbelievingly.
"That may be all very well in New York," he said, "but here in London
one doesn't do such things. One keeps the law here, for we have an
incorruptible police."
"You don't understand," she said sadly. "This is really something
great."
"Can't you buy this paper or whatever it is?" he asked, "or rather
couldn't I buy it for you?"
She shook her head.
"The man who has it refused a million dollars for it," she said simply.
"Indeed, I must not tell you anything more. Please, Mr. Mildmay--"
"Guy!" he interrupted.
"Guy, then," she continued, with something very much like a blush,
"forget all that you have said to me, at any rate for the present.
Perhaps later on, when this is all over--"
"You won't want me then," he said. "It's just now you need some one to
look after you.
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