“Winifred,” interrupted Johnson Walcott in a tone approaching authority, “I think you had better not get mixed up in this affair.”
“Quite right,” agreed Shelby. “I see no reason why Miss Walcott should be annoyed by this cross-examination.”
Winifred looked open defiance at her brother’s interference.
“I can promise you that if I find that Mito has been doing anything he should not, I shall be responsible for him,” smoothed Shelby.
A moment later both Winifred and her brother left. She still resented his brotherly interference.
Burke had not got anywhere with his questioning and Kennedy apparently believed that the time for such a course was not yet ripe.
“I think the best thing we can do is to get Jameson to his room,” he suggested, by way of cutting off an unprofitable examination before any damage was done.
Burke accepted the broad hint. While Shelby and Mito withdrew, Hastings and Craig between them managed to get me up to our room and to bed.
As I lay there, glad enough to be quiet, we held a hasty conference to consider the strange attack that had been made.
“What I don’t understand,” I repeated, “is how any one should know that we ever thought of visiting either that garage or the other.”