She caught him by the shoulders and shook him.
"But not of this problem. You understand. It will not do. I will not have it."
"You," he laughed. "What can you do?"
"You shall go with me now—and liberate him——"
He took her hands from his arms roughly and turned away. "No," he growled, "not I. Have I not told you that I am through?"
"Yes. You will be through, when the police come to find out what you know about the matter."
"They will not find out."
"Don't be too sure. 'Arry 'Orton is a fool when he drinks. He will betray you——"
Pochard scowled. "And betray himself——?"
"You can't be too sure."