It was shortly afterward that she appeared in the gymnasium
doorway, and cried, in an accusing voice:
"Well, Mr. Speed!"
"Yes, quite well."
"You traitor!"
"You modern Borgia! Didn't you go and tell Helen everything?"
"Didn't you promise to stop Culver?"
"I did. I had him thrown in jail at Omaha. What more could I do?"
"You _did_ try? Honestly?" Mrs. Keap allowed her indignation
to abate slightly. "If I had known that, I wouldn't have told
Helen. I'm sorry you didn't explain. I was angry--furious. And I
was frightened so!" She broke down suddenly. "What shall I do
about them? I can see what they want to say, and yet I daren't
let either speak a word."
"Mrs. Keap, are you sure Culver loves you?"
"Horribly! And he suspects the truth. I saw him change the moment
he found me here." Roberta began to weep; two limpid tears stole
down her cheeks, she groped for a chair, and Wally hastened to
her assistance. As he supported her, she gave way completely and
bowed her head upon his shoulder.
It was in perfect keeping with the luck of things that Miss Blake
should enter at the moment.
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