"It's hard to thank you, Cameron," he said; "you seem to be always
about when we need help. And"--he paused--"we seem to have needed
it considerably lately."
Willy Cameron flushed.
"I feel rather like a meddler, sir."
"Better go up and wash," Howard said. "I'll go up with you."
It happened, therefore, that it was in Howard Cardew's opulent
dressing-room that Howard first spoke to Willy Cameron of Akers'
death, pacing the floor as he did so.
"I haven't told her, Cameron." He was anxious and puzzled. "She'll
have to be told soon, of course. I don't know anything about women.
I don't know how she'll take it."
"She has a great deal of courage. It will be a shock, but not a
grief. But I have been thinking--" Willy Cameron hesitated. "She
must not feel any remorse," he went on. "She must not feel that she
contributed to it in any way. If you can make that clear to her--"
"Are you sure she did not?"
"It isn't facts that matter now. We can't help those. And no one
can tell what actually led to his change of heart. It is what she
is to think the rest of her life."
Howard nodded.
"I wish you would tell her," he said. "I'm a blundering fool when
it comes to her.
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