"You can't go," she said with decision, when Ann ceased speaking. "Whatever
else you do, you mustn't spend the evening on board his yacht alone with
Brett."
"And if I'm to save Tony, it's the only thing to be done," replied Ann
quietly.
"Then you must leave Tony to get out of his difficulties by himself. Sir
Philip would pay, I expect, if the matter were put up to him."
Ann shook her head.
"I'm quite sure he wouldn't," she said, "There's no question of that.
He's reached the limit of his patience. He'd simply turn Tony out of the
house--turn him adrift. And that means shipwreck. Tony might--might even
do--what he tried to do the other night. Kill himself. He's desperate.
Don't you see, everything's doubly bad for him now--when he's in love with
Doreen. Unless he's pulled out of this hole somehow, it means smashing up
his whole life."
"And if you pull him out of it the way you propose doing, it means smashing
up yours," returned Cara succinctly. "You know what Eliot's like--how
jealous and suspicious. And you know Brett's reputation!"
"I can manage Brett," insisted Ann.
Cara made a swift gesture.
"It isn't that! It's Eliot, and you know it. If he ever came to hear that
you'd been to supper on the _Sphinx_ with Brett, he'd never trust you
again.
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