"Exactly," said Amberley. "It looks as though he's given the show away, doesn't it?"
She looked searchingly at him. "I don't know what you mean."
His voice took on a kinder inflection. "Why don't you: make up your mind to trust me?" he said.
She shrugged. "I know of no reason why I should, Mr. Amberley. I know nothing about you except that you are mixed up with the police. And since the police can't help me…'
"I know. But I can."
Her eyes were full of distrust. She pushed the heavy hair back from her forehead. "Please don't bother me any more about it," she said wearily. "I don't wish to argue and I haven't any idea what you're talking about."
His face hardened. "In fact, you prefer to play a lone hand?"
"Infinitely."
He picked up his hat. "You're being unwise. Things are likely to become very dangerous for you, Miss Shirley Brown."
"Dear me, is that a threat?" she asked jibingly.