“Oh, hush, uncle, dear. Now tell me, what do you propose doing?”
“Nothing.”
“Uncle!”
“That’s the best policy. There, my darling, I have done all I could this morning to help the poor boy, but—I must be plain—the police are in hot pursuit, and if I move a step I am certain to be watched. Look there!”
He pointed down into the street.
“That man on the other side is watching this house, I’m sure and if I go away I shall be followed.”
“But while we are doing nothing, who knows what may happen, dear?”
“Don’t let’s imagine things. Harry is clever enough perhaps to get away, and now he knows that we have found out the truth, you will see that he is not long before he writes. I want Leslie now. Depend upon it the poor fellow felt that he would be de trop, and has gone straight back home.”
Louise uttered a sigh full of relief.
“You scared him away, my dear, and perhaps it’s for the best. He’s a very stupid fellow, and as obstinate—well, as a Scot.”