“And who shall blame him? So am I.”
“Yes, but you wouldn't set the police on to her,” she said seriously.
“Under certain circumstances I might.”
“What circumstances? I don't believe you would!”
“Like a shot I would! If I thought the police were after me, or my people.” He paused, rounding the corner into Fox Lane. “Or you,” he added.
“Thanks awfully! Big of you!”
“I'm like that,” he said unctuously, pulling up outside Fox Cottage. “Nothing I won't do for the people I love!”
“Go to the stake for them, I wouldn't wonder!” she returned, with an uncertain little laugh.
“With enthusiasm—for you!”
“D-don't be so silly! Oh, look! here comes Aunt Miriam!”