“I’ve ordered the car,” she said. “It ought to be round now. Marion’s coming with me, Lord Kilmore. I think she’d be better out of Belfast for the next few days.”
The news of the decision of our committee seemed to have spread with quite unexampled rapidity. We came straight from the meeting, and we found that Lady Moyne had already recognized the necessity for flight.
“I’m glad you’re going,” said Moyne, “and I’m glad you’re taking Marion with you. But how did you know? Who told you what—?”
“That young man who’s Mr. Conroy’s secretary,” said Lady Moyne. “I forget his name.”
“Bob Power,” I said.
“He came in to see Marion, and he told us.”
Bob must have known beforehand what the committee’s decision was to be. I realized that Conroy must have had the whole plan cut and dried; that the meeting at which Moyne presided was simply a farce. However, there was nothing to be gained by discussing that.
“I think,” I said, “that Moyne ought to go with you. I don’t think Belfast is particularly safe for him just now; and—”
“Moyne must stay, of course,” said Lady Moyne.
“There’ll be trouble afterwards,” I said. “He ought not to be mixed up in it. If he clears out at once—”