"
"No, Mollie, I can not. She has deceived me basely, wickedly. More--I
dare not."
"Dare not. Now, Mr. Walraven--"
"Hear me out, Mollie. A woman who would concoct such a villainous plot
would stop at nothing. Abduction would be followed by murder. I would
not trust her from henceforth on her Bible oath. My life is not safe
while she remains in this house."
"Guardy! guardy! how can you say such horrible things? Commit murder?
You know very well she would not dare."
"Wives dare it every week if the public journals speak the truth. I tell
you I would not trust her. There is Guy Oleander, a toxicologist by
profession--what more easy than for him to supply her with some subtle
drug, and call it catalepsy, a congestion, a disease of the heart? I
tell you, Mollie, after finding them out, my life would not be worth a
fillip in their hands. I could as easily live with a female gorilla as
with Blanche Oleander."
"Well," said Mollie, looking a little startled, "if you feel like that,
of course--When do you propose--"
She paused.
"I shall lose no time.
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