"You shall not have it."
"I think perhaps it would be safer with me."
"No!"
"Very well."
"And--I--I ask you to keep away from that man!" She grew unconsciously
dramatic. "I ask you--if you have any memory which you hold sacred--to
promise me on that memory not to--to----"
"I won't shoot him," he said, watching her curiously. "Is that what you
mean?"
"Y-yes."
"Then I promise--on my most sacred memory--the memory of a young girl who
saved me from committing--what I meant to do. . . . And I thank her very
deeply."