Why? Because
she knows that the person most interested has been scheming against
the animal, and yet she is afraid to warn you openly. Doesn't that
indicate who it is?"
"Mr. Jones, I've no right even to let you talk like this to me.
Have you anything definite against Judge Ackroyd?"
"In this case, only suspicion."
Her head went up. "Then I think there is nothing more to be said."
The young man flushed, but his voice was steady as he returned:
"I disagree with you. And I beg you to cut short your visit here,
and return to your home at once."
In spite of herself the girl was shaken by his persistence. "I
can't do that," she said uneasily. And added, with a flash of
anger, "I think you had better leave this house."
"If I leave this house now I may never have any chance to see you
again."
The girl regarded him with level, non-committal eyes.
"And I have every intention of seeing you again--and--again--and
again. Give me a chance; a moment."
Average Jones' mind was of the emergency type.
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