“Tell me, all the same,” Macheson persisted.
Hurd passed his arm through Letty’s.
“Come, Letty,” he said, “we will take this hansom.”
The girl was only half willing. Macheson declined to let them go.
“No!” he said, “I will have my question answered.”
Hurd turned as though to strike him, but Holderness intervened, head and shoulders taller than the other.
“I think,” he said, “that we will have my friend’s question answered.”
Hurd was almost shaking with rage, but he answered.
“To some friends in Cambridge Terrace,” he said sullenly. “Number eighteen.”
“You will not object,” Macheson said, “if I accompany you there?”