The inspector took the hint, and left the room in a very bad temper. His parting shot was that he must report their conduct to his official superior.
“What on earth are we to do now?” said Joan.
“Go and see Carter Woodman at once, I think. When we’ve done that, we shall know better how to act.”
“But suppose he runs away when he hears our story—flies the country, I mean.”
“Wouldn’t that be the best way out? I don’t want to see him hanged any more than you do.”
“As the inspector said, we run some risk ourselves that way; but the worst of it is that the whole story is bound to come out.”
“I don’t see how it can be kept secret in any case—or rather, I only see one possible way.”
“What’s that?”
“Wait till we’ve been to Woodman. I want to see if he will be man enough to take it.”
“I don’t know what you mean. But I suppose we had better see Woodman.”