you.â
âGood Lord, Anna, do you really want me to believe youâve been forging checks?â
She nodded.
âOne checkâCar, it sounds worse than it is. Wonât you let me tell you about it? IâIâitâs been dreadful having no one to talk to.â
âMr. Markham?â I suggested.
âBobby doesnât count.â
I thought that was nice for Bobby, who was probably mixing himself up in a shady business because he was fool enough to be fond of her.
âI want to tell you about it. Youâll listenâwonât you? You must, because it wouldnât be fair if you didnât. I didnât mean to do anything wrong. I thought Uncle John was dying, and I knew heâd left me everything, because he told me so himself only the week before, so I didnât think there was any harm in my writing that checkâheâd have given me the money twice over if Iâd asked him for it.â
âWhy didnât you?â
âBecause he was unconscious, and I couldnât wait. I had to have the money. And now I donât know what to do.â
I gave her the best advice I could. She really was frightened.
âThereâs only one thing you can doâmake a clean breast of it.â
âTo Uncle John?â
âYes.â
She sat there and looked at me for about half a minute. There wasnât any color in her face. Then she said,
âHeâd never forgive me.â She said that slowly; and then, like a flash, âYou think that would play your game.â
If she had been a man I should have struck her. Not that itâs any use anyhowâyou canât strike the beastly mind that thinks that sort of thing.
She gave a gasp, leaned forward, and caught me by the arm.
âNoânoâI didnât mean that! CarâI didnât mean it! Other people are like that, but not you. Youâd help me out if you could. Youâre trying to help me out, even if you do hate me.â
I wasnât going to answer that.
âIâm desperateâI donât know what Iâm saying. If he knows, heâll cut me out of his willâand I donât know how to be poorâIâve counted on the money always. If you were any one else, you wouldnât help meâbut youâre Carâyouâll help me, wonât you?â
âYou can help yourselfâI canât.â
âNoânoâ no ! He wouldnât leave me a penny, and if he doesnât leave it to me, it will all go to charities, for he told me so. You wonât get it anyhow, Carâ no , I didnât mean thatâCar, I didnâtâI donât know what Iâm saying.â
She turned from me, caught at the doorpost with both hands, hid her face against her arm, and burst into wild weeping. It was horrible to hear her. She wasnât pretending, she was really crying. Later on, when I touched her arm, I could feel her sleeve soaking wet with her tears. A woman crying like that makes a man feel a most awful fool, unless he can take her in his arms and comfort herâand that was just about the last thing in the world I wanted to do with Anna.
I sat down and waited, and I didnât say anything, because there didnât seem to be anything to say. After a bit she quieted down, and at last she let her arms drop and moved round so that she was facing me again. She put her hands in her lap and leaned her head back against the doorpost. Her face was wet, and her eyes were shut.
âI didnât mean it,â she said.
âThatâs all right.â
âI know youâre not like that.â
While she was crying Iâd been thinking a bit.
âLook here, Anna,â I said, âI donât really know what youâve been driving at with this fake advertisement business, and getting me down here, but I do know one thingâif youâve really been up to anything with Uncle Johnâs check-book,