Ronnie was looking wan and tired. He had not recovered from his fright.
"Well? I got your 'phone call. Don't 'phone me, d'ye hear—never! You get people listening in at any time; just now the exchanges will be stiff with detectives. What were you trying to tell me when I shut you up?"
"About Sault—he came to me last night."
"Huh! Fine thing to talk about on the 'phone! Did you tell the police?"
"No, and I've ordered François to say nothing. After Sault went, I sent François to—to Moropulos' house. I knew Sault was going there."
"How did you know? And why did he come to you anyway?"
The answer Ronnie had decided upon after much cogitation. "Oh—a rambling statement about Moropulos. I couldn't make head or tail of it. He said he was going to the house; I was afraid of trouble, so I sent François."
"You knew Moropulos was in Hampshire—I told you they were both there."
"I'd forgotten that. I don't want to come into this, Steppe—"
"What you 'want', matters as much to me as what your François wants. If Sault says he came to your flat—but he won't. He'll say nothing—nothing."