“Not always,” she said modestly.
“What was your plan for the getaway?”
“Through my room, of course—but there’s no use thinking about that now. They know me now and that I did it.”
Andy listened. “Yes; they seem to feel pretty sure of you, too.”
“Oh, they have before!” she boasted. “But I’m all right. You’d better leave me now,” she ordered independently. “Awfully glad to have seen you.” She offered her hand; he put his behind his back, trying to think what to say. The outcry about them continued.
A group of burghers, not actively in the woman hunt, went past.
“Reedy and ’is wife?” one repeated. “How about them? They was sleepin’ there, you know. Since they was turned from their house, Higgins had let them there.”
“What’s that?” Roberta suddenly gasped. Her hand, held toward Andy, quickly clutched him, and clung with the instinctive twinge of dependence.
“Aye! Reedy? How about Reedy?” another voice lamented.
Roberta barely breathed. “Andy! They are saying that some one was sleeping in the armory—a man and woman. I was sure no one was there; no one was supposed to be there. But some one was!”