If I _do_ decide to
tell what I know and what I suspect, it won't be to you--unless for a
very particular reason--and it won't be yet awhile."
I'm afraid that I almost hated her for a moment, she seemed so cold, so
calculating and sly. I couldn't bear to think that she was my
step-sister, and I was glad that, at least, not a drop of the same blood
ran in our veins.
"If you choose to keep silent for some purpose of your own," I broke
out, "you can't prevent me from telling the whole story, as _I_ know
it--how I went out with you, and all that."
"I can't prevent you from doing it, but I can advise you not to--for
Ivor's sake," she answered.
"For his sake?"
"Yes, and for your own, too, if you care for his opinion of you at all.
For his sake, because _neither_ of us knows when he came out of Maxine
de Renzie's house. You _would_ go away, though I wanted to stay and
watch. He may not have been there more than five minutes for all we can
tell to the contrary, in which case he would still have had time to go
straight off to the Rue de la Fille Sauvage and kill that man, in
accordance with the doctors' statements about the death.
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