CHAPTER XXIV
A SUBTLE PLAN
IT was now a serious matter of thought to me how I could take Marjory into proper confidence, without spoiling things and betraying Adams’s confidence. As I pondered, the conviction grew upon me that I had better be quite frank with her and ask her advice. Accordingly when I saw her at Crom at noon I entered on the matter, though I confess with trepidation. When I told her I wanted to ask her advice she was all attention. I felt particularly nervous as I began:
“Marjory, when a man is in a hole he ought to consult his best friend; oughtn’t he?”
“Why certainly!”
“And you are my best friend; are you not?”
“I hope so! I should certainly like to be.”
“Well, look here, dear, I am in such a tangle that I can’t find a way out, and I want you to help me.” She must
