"I think I shall leave you for a while," Allen said.
He moved toward the door.
David knew where Allen was going. Helpless to save himself, he stood motionless, erect, and watched Allen start from the room.
Helen, very pale, blocked Allen's way. "You intend to have him arrested. It's in your face."
"I certainly do."
"You must not!" cried Helen, desperately. "Why, he took nothing—you yourself told me he took nothing."
"That doesn't make him any less a thief," returned Allen. "He had good reason for not taking anything—he was frightened away."
He started to pass around her, but she caught his arm. "You must not! You'll be committing a crime!"
He looked at her almost pitingly. "Really, Helen, he must have hypnotised you. You know he's a thief. I caught him in the act; he's confessed to you. What more can you want?"
She gazed steadily up into his face. "Won't you let him go if I assure you that in arresting him you'll be making the mistake of your life?"