“Nothing whatever. Indeed I think you’ll find that on further consideration, this charge won’t be pressed further against my wife.”
“Oh, well, sir, in that case we’ll take further orders, sir.”
“Thank you,” said Gerard, as he followed the man out through the second showroom, and found that the other man had already taken his departure.
“Can you see? Mind the corner stair. It’s an awkward turn. That’s right.”
These words, in Gerard’s voice, reached Audrey’s ears as she stood trembling in the inner showroom, listening and waiting.
Then there was a pause, and she presently heard the door at the bottom shut sharply.
A moment later Gerard came back into the room. His eyes were very bright; all his calmness had disappeared, and he was shaking from head to foot with violent excitement.
“Gerard, Gerard, how did you manage it? What did you do? How is it that they went away so quietly? I thought the police had to execute a warrant, and that they couldn’t go away like that without orders!”
Gerard had by this time come close to her, and the brilliancy of his eyes, the heaving of his breast, frightened her.
“Of course they can’t, of course real policemen can’t,” he answered promptly.