His mouth set. "No, I can't."
"Why not?"
"She's not—she's not in London."
She knew that he was lying.
"Then take me to where she is."
They were walking on again, neither seeing the other.
"You know that I can't. She's down in the country."
"Then we'll go there."
"We can't."
"Yes, we can. Now. At once. If you ever want to speak to me again. . . ."