"I want to speak to you a moment," he mumbled.
"Sit down," said Mme. Storey. "Have a cigarette."
He waved it away. "Can I speak to you alone?" he inquired significantly.
"Miss Brickley is present at all interviews," said Mme. Storey. "It is my rule. You can depend upon it, it would not be so, unless I had absolute confidence in her."
"Makes it harder," he muttered.
There was a silence, for Mme. Storey made no further move to help him out. I was trembling a little with excitement at the prospect of the confession I expected to hear.
"I suppose you suspect me," he began. "It's natural after the way I tried to conceal things from you—foolish, I suppose. But I couldn't help it—oh God! I couldn't bear to expose my heart before everybody! Nobody thinks I can feel anything—I've been through
