Oh, let me help you if I can. What
is the best thing to do? To see Crewe?"
"No. I forbid you to see Crewe," he said harshly. "If we decide on that
course I will see him myself."
"And you may be arrested the moment you go out of these chambers," she
returned. "Oh, no, no; that is not a good plan--we have not the time. I
will go to Mabel Fewbanks at once, and beg her, for all our sakes, not to
allow this to go any further."
He shook his head.
"You must not sacrifice yourself," he said. "That would be foolish."
"I will not sacrifice myself. I would tell her just what you have told
me--that her father came from Scotland to discuss an urgent matter with
you, and that he was murdered after you left. I feel certain this man
Crewe is going to extremes without her knowledge or consent, and that she
will be the first to bury this awful thing when she learns that you have
been implicated. Is not this the best thing to do?"
"It is," he reluctantly admitted. "But I do not wish you to be mixed up
in it at all."
"I am not mixing myself up in it--I am too selfish for that. But I swear
to you if you do not let me do this I will confess everything.
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