"Very good," said her brother, rising; "I go."
"Without your fifty pounds?" asked Alan, sneering.
"I forgot that," he said, smiling blandly.
"Don't give him a penny, Mr. Thorold!" cried the woman with vehemence.
"I promised him the money, and he shall have it," replied Alan coldly. "I have heard your story, Mrs. Warrender, and it is safe with me. No one in Heathton shall know. Your brother will not speak of it either."
"How do you know that?" asked Cicero, with an evil look.
"Because you shall not have the fifty pounds until I have your promise to hold your tongue about your relationship to Mrs. Warrender while you are in Heathton."
"I am not going to Heathton," growled Gramp like a sulky bear.
"Yes, you are. You are coming to tell your story to Inspector Blair. If you don't, not only will you lose your fifty pounds, but I will have you arrested as a suspicious character."
"You promised that the police should not touch me."