"But, my man, they may have secreted her Ladyship in the town itself and have taken her with them to France the next morning."
"Impossible. In the first place, they left alone, the porter saw them off; and secondly, no one except the two Frenchmen purchased a ticket for the continent either in the Newhaven office or on the boat."
Cyril rose from his seat. Judson's logic was horribly convincing; no smallest detail had apparently escaped him. As the man piled argument on argument, he had found himself slowly and grudgingly accepting his conclusions.
"As you are in my employ, I take it for granted that you will not inform the police or the press of your—suspicions," he said at last.
"Certainly not, my lord. On the other hand, I must ask you to allow me to withdraw from the case."
"But why?" exclaimed Cyril.
"Because my duty to you, as my client, prevents me from taking any further steps in this matter."
"I don't understand you!"
"I gather that you are less anxious to clear up the mystery than to protect her Ladyship. Am I not right?"
"Yes," acknowledged Cyril.