uch as yourself, by its very nature."
His brows were knitted in indecision.
There was silence again between them. His visitor presently said:
"If I could offer you more than the five hundred dollars, I would gladly do so."
"Oh, the fee is large enough, for up to date I have had no employment or even a prospect of work," said Garrison. "I hope you will not be offended when I say that I have recently become a cautious man."
"I know how strange it appears for me to come here with this extraordinary request," agreed Mrs. Fairfax. "I hardly know how I have done so. But there was no one to help me. I hope you will not consider the matter for another moment if you feel that either of us cannot trust the other. In a way, I am placing my honor in your keeping far more than you are placing yourself in charge of mine."
Garrison looked at her steadily, and something akin to sympathy--something that burned like wine of romance in his blood--with zest of adventure and a surge of ge
This is just terrible. How can you respect a private detective who kisses his old girlfriend's picture. (She jilted him.) And who feels faint whenever he sees his new love. Yuck. Whole lot of swooning going on. And more talking about it. This is a mystery not a Harlequin romance.