E. W. Hornung: Dead Men Tell No Tales

CHAPTER 14: IN THE GARDEN (continued)

"To hold my tongue about them all?"

"Yes - promise!"

"Promise!"

"When a hundred lives were sacrificed - "

"Promise! "

"I can't," I said. "It's wrong."

"Then good-by!" she cried, starting to her feet.

"No - no -" and I caught her hand.

"Well, then?"

"I - promise."