" He dropped the
envelope inside the drawer, locked the compartment, and closed the
door of the safe.
"Let us talk," he suggested and led the way back to their chairs.
"Helen," he began, after she was seated. "There is nothing I will
not do for your sister Barbara," his manner grew earnest. "I -" he
flushed; baring his feelings to another, no matter how sympathetic
that other was, was foreign to his reserved nature. "I love her
beyond words to express. I tell you this to - to - gain your trust."
"You already have it, Harry!" Impulsively Helen extended her hand,
and he held it in a firm clasp for a second. "Babs and I have come
at once to you in our trouble."
"Yes, but you have only hinted what that trouble, was," he reminded
her gently. "I cannot really aid you until you give me your full
confidence."
Helen looked away from him and out of the window. The relief, which
had lighted her face a moment before, had vanished. It was some
minutes before she answered.
"Babs told you that I suspected Jimmie did not die from angina
pectoris -" She spoke with an effort.
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