A desperate situation demands a desperate remedy. I've
lost all conscience. That's why I agreed to protect you if you'd
protect me."
"Go ahead."
"Culver is your friend."
"We're closer than a chord in G."
"Then you must wire him--"
"I have--"
"--not to come."
"What!" J. Wallingford Speed started as if a wasp had stung him.
"You must wire him at once not to come. I don't care what excuse
you give, but stop him. _Stop_ him!"
Speed reached for a pillar; he felt that the porch was spinning
slowly beneath his feet.
"Oh, see here, now! I can't do that!"
"You promised!" cried Mrs. Keap, fiercely. "I have tried to think
of something to tell him, but I'm too frightened."
"Yes, but--but I--want him here--for this foot-race." Wally
swallowed bravely.
"Foot-race!" stormed the widow, indignantly. "Would you allow an
insignificant thing like a foot-race to wreck a human life? Two
human lives? _Three?_"
"Can't you--wire him?"
Mrs. Keap stamped her foot. "If he dreamed I was here he would
hire a special train. No! It must come from you.
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