"No, no!"
Cyril was almost frantic. The minutes were slipping past. Was there nothing he could say to turn her from her purpose?
"My wife is here. If she should hear, if she should know—" he began tentatively.
He was amazed at the effect of his words.
"Why didn't you tell me that she was here?" exclaimed Anita with flashing eyes. "Of course, I haven't the slightest intention of involving her in my affairs. I will go at once."
"But you can't leave the house without Griggs seeing you, and he would certainly guess who you are. Stay in the next room till he is gone, that is all I ask of you. Here, quick, I hear footsteps on the stairs."
Cyril had hardly time to fling himself into a chair before the inspector was announced.