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"Please don't say it," came a soft, pleading voice. "What can I
do? What do you want me to do?"
"I want you to release me from that vow made seven years ago."
Naida uttered a stifled cry. "How is it possible? You understand
that it is not possible."
Nicol Brinn seized her by the shoulders. "Is it possible for me
to remain silent while men are murdered here in a civilized
country?"
"Oh," moaned Naida, "what can I do, what can I do?"
"Give me permission to speak and stay here. Leave the rest to
me."
"You know I cannot stay, my Nicol," she replied, sadly.
"But," he said with deliberate slowness, "I won't let you go."
"You must let me go. Already I have been here too long."
He threw his arms around her and crushed her against him
fiercely. "Never again," he said. "Never again."
She pressed her little hands against his shoulders.
"Listen! Oh, listen!"
"I shall listen to nothing."
"But you must--you must! I want to make you understand something.
This morning I see your note in the papers. Every day, every day
for seven whole long years, wherever I have been, I have looked.
In the papers of India. Sometimes in the papers of France, of
England."
"I never even dreamed that you left India," said Nicol Brinn,
hoarsely. "It was through the Times of India that I said I would
communicate with you."
"Once we never left India. Now we do--sometimes. But listen. I
prepared to come when--he--"
Nicol Brinn's clasp of Naida tightened cruelly.
"Oh, you hurt me!" she moaned. "Please let me speak. He gave me
your name and told me to bring you!"
"What! What!"
Nicol Brinn dropped his arms and stood, as a man amazed, watching
her.
"Last night there was a meeting outside London."
"You don't want me to believe there are English members?"
"Yes. There are. Many. But let me go on. Somehow--somehow I don't
understand--he finds you are one--"
"My God!"
"And you are not present last night! Now, do you understand? So
he sends me to tell you that a car will be waiting at nine
o'clock to-night outside the Cavalry Club. The driver will be a
Hindu. You know what to say. Oh, my Nicol, my Nicol, go for my
sake! You know it all! You are clever. You can pretend. You can
explain you had no call. If you refuse--"
Nicol Brinn nodded grimly. "I understand! But, good God! How has
he found out? How has he found out?"
"I don't know!" moaned Naida. "Oh, I am frightened--so
frightened!"
A discreet rap sounded upon the door.
Nicol Brinn crossed and stood, hands clasped behind him, before
the mantelpiece. "In," he said.
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