“But there are no financial difficulties—now.”
“That does not matter in the least. It will be put down to an hallucination and taken as showing the state of your mind.”
“But what guarantee have we that he will not escape?” whispered Mr Carlyle.
“He cannot escape,” replied Carrados tranquilly. “His identity is too clear.”
“I have no intention of trying to escape,” put in Drishna, as he wrote. “You hardly imagine that I have not considered this eventuality, do you?”
“All the same,” murmured the ex-lawyer, “I should like to have a jury behind me. It is one thing to execute a man morally; it is another to do it almost literally.”
“Is that all right?” asked Drishna, passing across the letter he had written.
Carrados smiled at this tribute to his perception.
“Quite excellent,” he replied courteously. “There is a train at nine-forty. Will that suit you?”
Drishna nodded and stood up. Mr Carlyle had a very uneasy feeling that he ought to do something but could not suggest to himself what.