"
"Ah!" Saltash's teeth showed for an instant. "I also am grateful to Jake
for that. He seems to have taken a masterly grip of the situation. Is he
aware that he broke Spentoli's arm, I wonder? It was in the papers,
alongside the tragic death of Rozelle. 'Fall of a Famous Sculptor from a
Train.' It will keep him quiet for some time, I hear, and has saved me
the trouble of calling him out. I went to see him in hospital."
"You went to see him!" Maud exclaimed.
Saltash nodded, the derisive light still in his eyes. "And conveyed my
own condolences. You may tell _la petite_ from me that I do not propose
to set her free on his account. He is not what I should describe as a
good and sufficient cause."
"Thank heaven for that!" Maud ejaculated with relief.
"Amen!" said Saltash piously, and took out his cigarette-case.
She watched him with puzzled eyes till the cigarette was alight and he
smiled at her through the smoke, his swarthy face full of mocking humour.
"Now tell me!" she said then, "how can I help you?"
He made a wide gesture. "I leave that entirely to your discretion, madam.
As you may perceive, I have wholly ceased to attempt to help myself."
"You are not angry with her?" she hazarded.
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