Potts shook his head.
“After what she told me it’s my belief she can do any thing. Why, didn’t she tell us of crimes that were committed before she was born? I begin to feel shaky, and it is the girl that has made me so.”
Potts rose to his feet, plunged his hands deep into his pockets, and walked up and down. The others sat in gloomy silence.
“Could that Hong Kong nurse of hers have told her any thing?” asked John.
“She didn’t know any thing to tell.”
“Mrs. Compton must have blown, then.”
“Mrs. Compton didn’t know. I tell you that there is not one human being living that knows what she told us besides ourselves and her. How the devil she picked it up I don’t know.”
“I didn’t like the cut of her from the first,” said John. “She had a way of looking that made me feel uneasy, as though there was something in her that would some day be dangerous. I didn’t want you to send for her.”
“Well, the mischief’s done now.”
“You’re not going to give up the search, are you?” asked Clark.