trust me."

"I do," and both her hands were impulsively extended. "I have from the
very first. I did not come here to watch, but because I believed in
you. Truly this was my motive rather than any thought of the property.
Indeed I hardly realized at the start that this was my affair; I merely
had a feeling that you needed me. That--that morning on the bench,"
she paused, her voice choking in her throat, her eyes misted, "why,
I--I was scarcely rational; my mind could not even grasp clearly what
you endeavored to tell. I was so far from being myself that I failed
to recognize my own name. Perhaps that was not strange as I always
lived under another. So it was not that, not any selfish motive, which
impelled me to accompany you. I came because--because I knew you
needed me. I had an intuition that you were going into danger, into
some trap. I cannot explain, no woman can, how such knowledge lays
hold upon her. I merely acted instinctively. It was not until that
afternoon that I realized clearly what this all meant to me personally.
I seemed to wake up as from a dream. Then I sat down in the rest room
of one of those big department stores, and thought it all out. At
first I determined to tell you everything, but I did--did not know you
at all. I trusted you, I believed in you; you had impressed me as
being a real man. But this was merely a woman's intuition. There were
circumstances that made me doubt, that compelled caution. I--I had to
test you, Gordon Craig."

"My only wonder is that you retained any confidence."

"Oh, but I did," she insisted warmly. "That alone brought me here. I
thought of appealing to a lawyer, to the police, and then your face
rose up before me, and my decision was made. I came back to you that