“As if nothing had happened?” she said feebly.
“Keep those men there until we have a chance to get Hugh safely away.”
“Oh——” she cried in a panic. “Oh—I couldn’t.”
“You must.” If “must” is the one word no woman forgives any man ordinarily, it can on the other hand be the sweetest she ever hears—at the right moment, from the right man. Angela accepted it meekly, and proudly too. “But what can I say to them?” she begged.
“Oh, say—anything, anything.”
“But, Horace, what does one say to detectives?”
“You can say whatever comes into your head,” he replied, smiling into her eyes. “After all they are only men.”
Angela dimpled. “Yes—so they are—just men. I dare say I can manage.”
“I dare say you can,” Horace Latham retorted dryly.