Part 42 (2/2)
”No, she loves another.”
”Is she happy?”
”As happy as she knows how to be. She is far from here. You are not happy, and you are trying to work out a great mystery.”
”Will I accomplish it?”
”If you let me help you.”
”I think I shall get through without help.”
”You are afraid of the old gypsy, but let me tell you there is the stain of blood on your hands within another year.”
Scott frowned, and June looked serious. It was the same words that the old gypsy had told some years before.
”There are tears for you, too. Do you believe me?”
”Hardly.”
”I can tell you something that will make you believe. Away back in the past I can see you lying asleep, and a huge knife drawn over your head. If you will let me I can save you from another scene like that, which would be your death blow.”
”How?”
”I can't tell you now.”
”Then you cannot help me.”
”I can if you will tell me a secret.”
”I prefer to keep my own secrets,” said Scott; ”here is your money.”
”Then you will not let me help you?”
”Not at present.”
”Some day you will grind your teeth in rage because you did not accept what I offered.”
”Very well,” said Scott, as he arose to leave the room, ”when I want help I will let you know.”
”Then I may be far away.”
Scott made no reply, but left the room, followed by Guy and June.
”I cannot see how she can tell,” said June.
”Why, June,” said Scott, smiling, ”are you foolish enough to think she knows?”
”Why, Scott, she did tell the truth.”
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