Torn between tears and laughter, she exclaimed, “And that’s all you have to say? ‘We’ll get it from him?’ Aren’t you going to demand any answers from me?” He glanced at her, a glimmer of a smile in the gray eyes. “Would you answer?” She looked away. “I can’t,” she replied in a small voice. She glanced back at him, her expression woeful. “Oh, but Marcus, if I could…if there was anybody I could trust not to…” She swallowed and sent him a wobbly smile. “If I could tell anybody, it would be you.” “Thank you,” he said gravely. He gave her a searching glance. “I trust someday that you will tell me.” Sighing, she nodded. “Yes, someday.” Though it went against the grain, with that he had to be content. Looking thoughtful, he asked, “Can you hazard a guess what it is that Whitley has? An indiscreet letter? A diary? What?” “I’ve never kept a diary in my life.”
