At times I wished the crime had been greater and its extenuation far less.

We hear much about what happens when thieves fall out, but my observation teaches me that thieves usually remain good friends.

The bonds of friendship had begun to strengthen between Yolanda and me before she sought my help in the perpetration of her great crime.

After that black felony, they became like links of Milan chain.

I shared her secrets, great and small.
One day while Yolanda and I were sitting in the oak room,--the room from which the panel opened into the stairway in the wall,--I said to her:-- "If your letter 't' causes a break with France, perhaps Max's opportunity may come." "I do not know--I cannot hope," she responded dolefully.