Fan threw herself down and burst into tears. "I wish I were dead!"
"Or you wish Frank were dead. Which?" asked Jarman, mercilessly.
"No, I don't. Oh! do tell me where he is. I can save him."
"From being hanged?"
"I--I--think so. Where is he?" She stamped her foot imperiously.
Eustace smiled as he saw she was trying all her arts to make him reveal what he was determined to conceal. "I tell you I don't know," he said quietly. "Now that you have learnt that I sheltered the man, I don't mind admitting that he was here. But he has gone away, and has left no address."
"What frightened him away from this hiding-place?"
"You had better ask Darrel, who told you where to find him."
"Darrel?" Fan seemed genuinely surprised. "He never told me."
"Then who did?" asked Eustace, bluntly. Fan thought for a moment, then looked up with a winning smile. "I'll tell you that if you'll answer me a question."