I'm not goin' to take blood money to 'elp to break any woman's 'eart.'
It sounded really terrible viewed in that light. 'There is no need for
you to put it in that coarse way,' I said, my temper rising. 'I only
ask you to help me to regain my peace of mind and secure Miss
Warrington's happiness.'
'Well, if you put it like that o' course,' she said, her fingers
closing over the note, 'I'm not the one to refuse good money. I'm
willin' to do all I can to make you an' Miss Marryun happy.' With a
broad grin she sidled out of the room.
As for me, I gathered up the fragments of my pipe and departed. I no
longer wished to talk to Henry just then. I wanted to be alone to
think, to consider my strategic position. I must go away to some
remote place, perhaps not Tibet, but at any rate a quiet spot in the
country fully twenty miles out of London. Before going, however, I
must in some way show Miss Warrington the utter folly of her illusions
regarding my unfortunate self. Nothing must be left undone to achieve
that object.
Alas, what troubles, what unending anxiety a woman can cause a man!
After getting over this difficulty, I swear I will not even converse
with any one of them again. In the meantime I must invoke the aid of
this wretched girl Elizabeth. _Necessitas non habet legem_. Elizabeth
is that most irritating necessity.
CHAPTER VIII
Elizabeth often speaks of the time when she poisoned The Kid.
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