"Well, it is probable that I should," admitted the sergeant, reluctantly. "After all, things look black against you and against Mr. Craver here."
"Of course. And that is the dashed reason why we held our tongues."
Purse, after reflection, made no answer to this, and rose to intimate that the conference was at an end.
"The next thing to be done is to find this old woman," said the sergeant.
"Wait a moment," said Lemby, rising. "How do we stand?"
"Where you were," said Purse, gruffly. "I don't intend to have you arrested, if you mean that. But until this business is cleared up by the arrest of Mrs. Vence, I'll keep an eye on you."
"That is only reasonable," said Edwin, readily. "However, I beg one boon of you, sergeant. Don t let my father or my mother know anything about what we have told you."
"If Mrs. Vence is arrested, the whole story must come out, sir."
"Then wait until you do arrest the woman. But until Mr. Lemby and I are free from danger, I don't wish my parents to know."
"Fair enough," growled the sergeant "I'll hold my tongue. Now come along. She can't have gone far, and we'll soon lay hands on her. The old wretch, to cheat me so! Hang her! She has pulled the wool over my eyes."