"It is no affair of thine—they will come again asking questions. I have no humor to talk with any of that accursed breed."
"What harm can come—if we tell the truth——?"
"Bah—what do the police care about the truth?"
Renwick turned and reëntered the room.
"The police!" he said quickly.
"Zaidee talks too much. A month ago in my absence they came inquiring."
"And what wouldst thou have said?" cried Zaidee angrily. "To shelter a sick woman is no crime——"
"I should have said nothing."
"And what happened?" asked Renwick eagerly, now aware of the bone that chance had thrown in the way of a starving man.
"In the middle of the night which followed the day upon which the Archduke was assassinated——"