“It’s evidence enough for us to go for Craig, though! What we have got to do is to get a confession out of him, somehow!”
Laura studied her companion, for a moment, curiously.
“Taking some interest in Mr. Quest, kid, ain’t you?”
Lenora looked up. Then her head suddenly sank into her hands. She knew quite well that her secret had escaped her. Laura patted her shoulder.
“That’s all right, child,” she said soothingly. “We’ll see him through this, somehow or other.”
“You don’t mind?” Lenora faltered, without raising her eyes.
“Not I,” she replied promptly. “I’m not looking for trouble of that sort.”
Lenora raised her head. There was an immense relief in her face.
“I am so glad,” she said. “I was afraid sometimes—living here with him, you know—”
Laura interrupted her with an easy laugh.