“Phew!” whistled Claud. “Then he has found out?”
“Take my advice and go. He is terrible when he is roused, and I don’t know what he’d do.”
“I say, this ain’t gammon, is it?”
“It is the solemn truth. Now loose my arm; you hurt me.”
“Well, it’s all right, then, and perhaps it’s for the best I am going off to-night to hunt out Harry Dasent. I should have gone before, but I had to be about with the guv’nor, making inquiries.”
“Then loose my arm at once, and go before it is too late.”
“It is too late,” thundered a voice out of the gloom. “Jenny—sister—is this you?”