Gertrude hesitated. She was very angry with Prescott, and there was a statement he had made which would prove damaging to him if she repeated part of it without the rest. She shrank from this course, but her rancor against the man suddenly grew too strong for her.
“I suppose I must answer that?”
“It’s your duty.”
“Then,” she said in a strained voice, “Mr. Prescott told me he was going away.”
“Going away!” Curtis looked astonished. “I guess you realize that this is a serious matter. Did he mention when?”
“I understood it would be very soon.” Gertrude looked at the man haughtily. “That is all I have to tell.”
She went into the house, feeling that she had said enough, and Curtis motioned to his companion and rode away. They had gone some distance when Stanton turned to his superior.
“Pretty significant. What are you going to do about it?” he asked.
“I’ll have to apply for a warrant.”
“You certainly will.”