“Sure of it.”
“Oh, I don’t know!”
“I do.”
“What makes you so sure of it?”
“The proctor knows us.”
“Why do you think that?”
“Remember how he snatched the blanket from his head on the bridge?”
“Yes, and I remember that it was wrapped about his head again before he could recognize a soul in the darkness. I don’t think you need to worry about that.”
“I’ll go you something he did recognize us. If not, why was he stepping on the smokes—I mean smoking on the steps, and waiting for you to appear? He was watching for you.”
“That may be, and still he may not be sure I was one of the crowd. He suspected me, but suspicion is no proof. Even if he suspected me, it is improbable that he knows the others of the party. Don’t let this matter tear you all up the back, Rattles. I believe I am the only one of the party that Rudge knows for sure. I may get it in the neck, but the rest of you will escape.”