But I should probably kill you and myself." Helena laughed at him, a new sweetness in the sound, and they started.
Presently Buntingford said gently: "I want to thank you,--for one thing especially--for having waited so patiently--while we got the thing under." "I wasn't patient at all! I wanted desperately to be in it!" "All the more credit! It would have been a terrible anxiety if you had been there.

A policeman was killed just beside us.

There was a man with a revolver running amuck.

He just missed French by a hair-breadth." Helena exclaimed in horror.
"You see--one puts the best face on it--but it might have been a terrible business.

But what I shall always remember most--is your part in it" Their eyes met, hers half shy, half repentant, his full of a kindness she had never yet seen there..