Chapter 26

“Listen,” she said. “I’ve got to tell you the truth. You think I’m white: but I’m not. I’ve played the rottenest game. A month before George Stone died, he showed me his Will. He’d left me Buckram, and you St. James’s Square. _I asked him to alter it, Jonathan—leave them the other way round._” The man started violently. “You see, I thought it might help me to marry the man I loved.” Jonathan gave a great cry. Then he took her two arms and put them about his neck. When he spoke, his voice was trembling. “My beautifu…