She did what he told her.
“Begin,” she said. “What have you to tell me?”
“First of all, I shall analyze that medicine. I shall, of course, discover the hyocene. I will acquaint Mrs. Pelham with the fact, and get her to take the necessary steps to have Pelham arrested.”
“When do you propose that he shall be arrested?”
“This is Thursday, and he goes to Pelham Towers on Saturday. The arrest can take place in the course of next week.”
“Suppose it does,” said Clara slowly: “what will happen next?”
“He will be brought back to London and examined before the magistrate of the district in which little Piers died. Your evidence and mine will do the rest.”
“My evidence?” said Clara.
“Of course. You will have to prove that you gave Pelham the medicine, and that you remained in the dressing-room while he administered it to the boy. What is the matter with you to-night? Why do you hesitate and look so queer? If at the last moment you turn traitress, you shall——”
The man did not finish the sentence, but there came a look into his eyes which caused Clara’s heart to sink.