“Then in heaven’s name go!” said Harry; “and never let me see your face again.”
“You’ll talk differently to-morrow. Will you; once more?”
“No.”
“Then I’m off. What do you mean to do?”
“Wait.”
“Wait?”
“Yes. I shall not try to escape. If they suspect me, let them take me. I shall face it all.”
“You’ll soon alter your tune. Look here; I’ve been true to you; now you be true to me. Don’t set the police on to me. No, you will not do that. You’ll come after me; and mind this, you will always hear of me at the old lodgings. Great Ormond Street.”
Harry stood gazing straight at him, believing, in spite of his doubts, that Pradelle had not taken the money.
The idea was strengthened.