“Well, you don’t want me to remain in prison?” he said.
“Oh no, dear,” she cried, clinging to him. “But, Dick—my father!”
“What about them?” he said sharply.
“What did they say to you?”
“When? How?” he asked.
“They came after you, dear,” she said simply.
“Oh yes; they are busy with the police, of course.”
She sat listening to the noise of the cab-wheels as it rattled along in the direction of the City.
Nothing more was said till the vehicle drew up, when Huish leaped out and helped her to alight. He then handed the cabman a liberal fare and exclaimed: “Come along, or we shall miss the train.”
He hurried her into the station, along the platform, and into the waiting-room.