"May I see the inventor, please?" Mr. Grimm interrupted.
For a little time she stood, white and rigid, staring at him. Then her
lids fluttered down wearily, as if to veil some crushing agony within
her, and she stepped aside. Mr. Grimm entered and the door closed
noiselessly behind him. After a moment her hand rested lightly on his
arm, and he was led into a room to his left. This door, too, she closed,
immediately turning to face him.
"We may talk here a few minutes without interruption," she said in a low
tone. Her voice was quite calm now. "If you will be--?"
"Please understand, Miss Thorne," he interposed mercilessly, "that I
must see the inventor, whoever he is. What assurance have I that this
is not some ruse to permit him to escape?"
"You have my word of honor," she said quite simply.
"Please go on." He sat down.
"You will see him too soon, I fear," she continued slowly. "If you had
not come to him he would have gone to you." She swayed a little and
pressed one hand to her eyes. "I would to God it were in my power to
prevent that meeting!" she exclaimed desperately. Then, with an effort:
"There are some things I want to explain to you.
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