If you love me you've got to run off with me to-day." "But why the hurry ?" she appealed.
"It's getting hot for me." "What do you mean by that?
Why don't you explain to me?
As long as you are so strange, so mysterious, how can I trust you?
You ask me to run off with you, yet you don't put confidence in me." Nash grew pale and earnest, and his hands shook.
"But if I do confide in you, then will you come with me ?" he queried, breathlessly.
"I'll not promise.

Maybe what you have to tell will prove--you--you don't care for me." "It 'll prove I do," he replied, passionately.
"Then tell me." Lenore realized she could no longer play the part she had assumed.

But Nash was so stirred by his own emotions, so carried along in a current, that he did not see the difference in her.
"Listen.

I tell you it's getting hot for me," he whispered.

"I've been put here--close to Anderson--to find out things and to carry out orders.
Lately I've neglected my job because I fell in love with you.