“Oh, he’s safe enough,” Conrad said impatiently. “It’ll be when I take him to the court-house that the trouble will start. They are certain to have a go at him
between here and the court-house. It’s their only chance.”
He slowed down as the massive gates came into his headlights.
Five policemen, each armed with a riot gun, were standing by the gates. One of them came up to the car as Conrad pulled up.
“All okay?” he asked through the open window.
“Yes, sir. Nothing to report.”
“There’s a storm coming up. Keep your eyes open tonight. Have you all got slickers?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Stay out here even if it rains stair-rods,” Conrad said. “Two of you will be enough. The other three can keep under cover, but I want two of you out here all night.”
“Yes, sir.”