Before she goes, she shall be, Oh so very
rich! and the dear Senor shall be, Oh so very safe! The Archbishop
and the kind Church hate murderers.
"NINA SAN CROIX.
"Of course, fool, the papers you destroyed were copies.
"N. SAN C."
To this was pinned a line in a delicate aristocratic hand saying
that the Archbishop would willingly listen to Madam San Croix's
statement if she would come to him on Friday morning at eleven.
"You see," said Walcott, desperately, "there is no possible way
out. I know the woman--when she decides to do a thing that is the
end of it. She has decided to do this."
Mason turned around from the table, stretched out his long legs,
and thrust his hands deep into his pockets. Walcott sat with his
head down, watching Mason hopelessly, almost indifferently, his
face blank and sunken. The ticking of the bronze clock on the
mantel shelf was loud, painfully loud. Suddenly Mason drew his
knees in and bent over, put both his bony hands on the table, and
looked at Walcott.
"Sir," he said, "this matter is in such shape that there is only
one thing to do.
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