Then I will tell you tales of our adventures
which will make your hair stand on end."
"It isn't true about Guy, then?" he exclaimed.
She hesitated for a moment.
"Andrew," she said, "I cannot tell you anything. It must sound rather
horrid of me, but I cannot help it. I want you to go away. In a day or
two I will write."
He looked at her in pained bewilderment.
"But, Phyllis," he protested, "I am one of your oldest friends! You ask
me to go away and leave you here with strangers, without a word of
explanation. Why, I have been weeks searching for you."
"Andrew," she said, "I know it. I don't want to be unkind. I don't want
you to think that I have forgotten that you are, as you say, one of my
oldest friends. But there are times when one's friends are a source of
danger rather than pleasure. Frankly, this is one of them."
His face darkened. He looked slowly around the magnificent room. He saw
little, but what he could distinguish was impressive.
"Your riddles," he said gravely, "are hard to read. You want me to go
away and leave you here."
"You must," she said firmly.
"Did you treat Duncombe like this?" he asked in a blind fit of jealousy.
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