“Of course not, dear,” she answered. “If—any one else did, they will soon know the truth.”
“All the same,” he muttered, “it’s horrible. We must do something!”
She moved away from him wearily. His thoughts were full of the tragedy of Letty Foulton’s disappearance. He seemed scarcely to know that she had been almost in his arms. He turned to her suddenly.
“I shall go back,” he said, “to speak once more with Stephen Hurd.”
She looked into his face and saw things there which terrified her. He had moved already towards the door, but she stood in his way.
“No!” she cried. “It is not your affair. Let me deal with him!”
He shook his head.
“It is no matter,” he said, “for a woman to interfere in.”
“He will not listen to you,” she continued eagerly. “He will tell you that it is not your concern.”