“What are we going to do?” said Audrey helplessly.
Gerard hesitated.
“In the first place,” he said at last, “we must not leave this place, either of us, just yet. They want to get rid of you, Audrey, and I’ve not the slightest doubt that they would like to get rid of me, but they can’t do it as long as we’re both together. But on the other hand, we must have advice. This is too big a business for us to tackle without help. This Candover seems to be about as artful a rascal as they make ’em. For remember, so far, though we’ve found out a good deal about different members of the gang, we’ve got nothing whatever to convict him by.”
“There’s what his wife said!”
“That doesn’t count—as evidence. Don’t you know that a wife can’t give evidence against her husband?”
“Well, I heard the poor woman—the White Countess, call out ‘Eugène’!”
“But you didn’t see him?”
“No.”
“Then I’m afraid that wouldn’t count for much—unless you could prove that you told the story to other people as soon as it happened.”
“I—I think I may have told the doctor!”