“We must leave here, right away,� she said. “If you got the cipher-key Sir Richard sent you for, my work and your work is done. We’re fearfully rich and respected. Why, Chester, the police will bow every time they see us.�
Fay lowered his voice as he said:
“Not the ones in this town. You’re right—let’s get out of here. Have you any luggage?â€�
“Just a small bag.�
“Go back to your room and get it.�
“It’s outside your door. I heard you come in, and dressed.� She glanced at her reflection in the mirror over the wash place. She tilted her hat as he
crossed the room, removed the tools from his pockets and breast, opened the little surgical bag and dumped them inside.
“I’ve got everything,� he said, turning. “We’ll tiptoe downstairs and make for the Schwartz Canal. There we can wait till I get a line on the boats.�
“MacKeenon and another are in town. Hadn’t you better try and connect with them for protection? It’s wonderful to have the police with you, Chester.�
Fay darted her a sudden look of suspicion. He had not yet learned to trust the police. They were his natural enemies. The five years in Dartmoor had not quenched his old fire. She sensed this as he dropped his hand to his pocket and turned his face toward the door.