"No. Rather than do so I shall go to the police and tell my story. Better be in the hands of the authorities than in yours."
"You won't dare to do what you say."
"Oh yes, I dare. My conscience is clear, so I am willing to stand the brunt."
Spruce was plainly embarrassed by this defiance and did not very well know what to say or do. If Hench acted as he threatened to do, there would be no money for the Nut, and perhaps an action against him as a blackmailer. He was shrewd enough to see this, and therefore shuffled his cards so that he might not drive his proposed victim to extremities. "What do you wish me to do, then?" he asked sullenly.
Before Hench could reply Vane, who was looking out of the window, turned round sharply. "There is Peter," he said, glancing at his friend. "What the deuce is he hanging round your cottage for?"
The answer came from an unexpected quarter. "Peter is waiting to see me," said Spruce with dignity. "He was at the Bull Inn when your messenger came and I told him to wait until I returned. I expect he has followed me here and expects me to come out soon."
"What are you seeing Peter about?" questioned Hench sharply.
"That is my business," snapped the Nut sulkily.
"Mine also. Peter is the brother of Bottles, who is employed by Mrs. Tesk, and both the boys are meddling in matters which do not concern them. What does it all mean?"
"You had better ask the boy in and question him," sneered Spruce coolly.