Mensmore rose excitedly.
“I cannot discuss the matter with you,” he cried. “I have given my sacred promise, and no matter what the cost may be I will not break my word.”
“I do not press you. But may I see Mrs. Hillmer again? When she is calmer I might reason with her.”
The other placed his hand on Bruce’s shoulder, and his voice was very impressive, though shaken by strong emotion:
“Believe me,” he said, “it is better that you should not see her. It will be useless. She is leaving London, not to avoid consequences, but to get away from painful memories. Her departure will be quite open, and her place of residence known to any one who cares to inquire. One thing she is immovable in. She will never reveal to a living soul what she knows of Lady Dyke’s death. She would rather suffer any punishment at the hands of the law.”
“Don’t you understand that this man, Montgomery, is now known to the police. Sooner or later he will be found and asked to explain any connection he may have had with the crime. Why not accomplish quietly that which will perforce be done through the uncompromising channels of Scotland Yard?”
“Your reasoning appears to be good, but—”
“But folly must prevail?”
“Put it that way if you like.”