“I’m just off to check the guards,” Conrad said. “Want to come?”
“I’ll come,” Madge said. “I don’t think the storm will burst before we get back, do you?”
“I don’t think so. There’s no wind yet. Anyway, I’m going in the car as far as the road.”
As Madge got into the car, she said, “You know I feel I’ve been here for months instead of a week. How long do you think we’ll have to remain here?”
“I don’t know. I wish I did. The D.A.’s coming down on Saturday. He’s going to talk to Miss Coleman. It’s up to him now. She’s defeated me. If he can’t persuade her to talk, we’ll have to think what to do with her. We just can’t keep her here much longer. But if she decides to talk, then we’ll stay here until the trial: probably for three months.”
“What do you think of her, Paul?” Madge asked as Conrad drove down the mile-long drive.
“She’s a nice girl,” Conrad said cautiously. “What do you think?”
“I like her, and I feel sorry for her. I think she’s in some kind of mess.”
“Has she said anything?”
“Oh, no. But I’ve watched her. She’s having quite a time, trying to make up her mind about something. She broods an awful lot. I think she is wavering, Paul. A little more persuasion might bring her down on our side. She’s very worried about Weiner. She keeps asking me if I think he’s safe.”