"Oh, Mary, I would not have thought it of you," moaned Goddard.
"Why—what else can I do? I cannot let you sleep in the house—I have no barn. If any one saw you here it would be all over. People know about it—"
"What people?"
"The vicar and his wife and Mr. Juxon at the Hall."
"Mr. Juxon? What is he like? Would he give me up if he knew?"
"I think he would," said Mary Goddard, thoughtfully. "I am almost sure he would. He is the justice of the peace here—he would be bound to."
"Do you know him?" Goddard thought he detected a slight nervousness in his wife's manner.
"Very well. This house belongs to him."
"Oh!" ejaculated the convict. "I begin to see."
"Yes—you see you had better go," said his wife innocently. "How can you manage to come here tomorrow? You cannot go on without the money—"