I have only pity for her great
misfortunes.'
'Has it occurred to you what will happen when she is back in Haddo's
hands?' cried Arthur. 'You know as well as I do how revengeful he is and
how hatefully cruel. My heart bleeds when I think of the tortures, sheer
physical tortures, which she may suffer.'
He walked up and down in desperation.
'And yet there's nothing whatever that one can do. One can't go to the
police and say that a man has cast a magic spell on his wife.'
'Then you believe it too?' said Susie.
'I don't know what I believe now,' he cried. 'After all, we can't do
anything if she chooses to go back to her husband. She's apparently her
own mistress.' He wrung his hands. 'And I'm imprisoned in London! I can't
leave it for a day. I ought not to be here now, and I must get back in a
couple of hours. I can do nothing, and yet I'm convinced that Margaret is
utterly wretched.'
Susie paused for a minute or two. She wondered how he would accept the
suggestion that was in her mind.
'Do you know, it seems to me that common methods are useless.
Pages:
265
266
267
268
269
270
271
272
273
274
275
276
277
278
279
280
281
282
283
284
285
286
287
288
289