"Now you go and leave me," she cried. "I am sick of the sight of your faces. Give me a chance. Let me have an hour's start."
Charlton spoke for the first time.
"Never," he cried, "there is another name to clear----"
"Which I shall be able to do," Lawrence interrupted.
"And let that woman go? I tell you never. The very stones in the street would cry out at me! You hear that knocking at the door? Go and open it."
Lawrence crossed and opened the street door. Prout stood before him.
[CHAPTER LXIII.]
A FINAL VERDICT.
"Got a message from Mr. Charlton to follow him here," Prout gasped. "You don't mean to say that you've got her here, sir?"