"I'm
not afraid!"
Zillah lifted her large dark eyes to his.
"Those rings?" she said. "You'll be able to account for them? The police,
oh, I'm so anxious about you!"
"The rings are mine!" he exclaimed. "It doesn't matter what the police say
or think, or do, either--at least, it shan't matter. And--you're not to be
anxious I've got a good friend coming from Scotland--Melky told you I'd
had two lots of good news tonight, didn't he?"
A moment later Lauriston was in the street--conscious that, without a word
spoken between them, he and Zillah had kissed each other. He went away
with a feeling of exaltation--and he only laughed when he saw a man detach
himself from a group on the opposite side of the street and saunter slowly
after him. Let the police shadow him--watch his lodgings all night, if
they pleased--he had something else to think of. And presently, not even
troubling to look out of his window to see if there was a watcher there,
he went to bed, to dream of Zillah's dark eyes.
But when morning came, and Lauriston realized that a fateful day was
before him, his thoughts were not quite so rosy.
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