Ivor would not wish me to ruin
myself and--another. Mr. Dundas must be saved without me. Please go. If
we talked of this together all night, it could make no difference. And
I'm in great trouble, great trouble of my own."
"Has your trouble anything to do with a document?" Miss Forrest slowly
asked.
I started, and stared at her, breathless.
"It has!" she answered for me. "Your face tells me so."
"Has Ivor's message--to do with that?" I almost gasped.
"Perhaps. But he had no good news of it to give you. If you want
news--if you want the document, it must be through me."
"Anything, anything on earth you like to ask for the document, if you
can get it for me, I will do," I pleaded, all my pride and anger gone.
"I ask you to tell the police that Ivor Dundas was in your house from a
little after midnight until after one. Will you do that?"
"I must," I said, "if you have the document to sell, and are determined
to sell it at no other price. But if I do what you ask, it will spoil my
life, for it will kill my lover's love, when he knows I have lied to
him. Still, it will save him from--" I stopped, and bit my lip. "Will
you give me the diamonds, too?" I asked, humbly enough now.
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