"Will you go with me to Rockville at once?" Her face changed and
she drew back from him. "No," she said. "It is selfish of me to
think of my own happiness now."
"How about mine?" demanded Kent with warmth. "If you won't consider
yourself, consider me."
"I do." She looked out of the window to conceal sudden blinding
tears. There was a hint of hidden tragedy in her lovely face which
went to Kent's heart.
"Sweetheart," his voice was very tender, "is there nothing I can do
for you?"
"Nothing," she shook her head drearily. "This family must 'dree
its weir.'
Kent studied her in silence; that she was in deadly earnest he
recognized, she was no hysterical fool or given to sentimental
twaddle.
"You came to me on Wednesday to ask my aid in solving Jimmie
Turnbull's death," he said. "I have learned certain facts -"
Barbara sprang to her feet. "Wait," she cautioned. "Let me close
the door. Now, go on -" with her customary impetuosity she reseated
herself.
"Before I do so, I must tell you, Babs, that I recognized the fraud
you and Helen perpetrated at the coroner's inquest yesterday
afternoon.
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