“Better!” he muttered in a husky voice. “I don’t know. I haven’t time to think about that.”
“Why, what’s troubling you?”
“Oh, you know, you know. The old thing.”
“What, these men?”
“Yes, the gang. They’ve got to be caught, you know, to be caught, every man Jack of them.”
“Why, what have they done?”
He went on muttering to himself, and she had to repeat the question.
“Done! They’ve done everything: robbed, cheated, killed.”
Freda started.
“Hush, hush, sir. You are going too far, aren’t you?”