“Corole—Corole and Dr. Hajek——” He waited in silence while I told him of the singular dialogue that I had interrupted.
“Thank you, Miss Keate,” he said quietly when I had finished.
“But—aren’t you going to arrest them at once? Before they do—whatever it is they are planning? We don’t want another murder in St. Ann’s!”
He shook his head.
“I don’t think it will come to that. And anyway, you know—give a man rope enough——” He did not complete his sentence.
I tightened my lips disapprovingly; it seemed to me that handcuffs would be far more efficacious.
“Can you keep a secret, Miss Keate?” said Lance O’Leary suddenly.
I nodded.
“Then, if all goes well, another twenty-four hours will see the end of this affair.” And with that he was gone, leaving me to stand as if frozen on the step and watch that slight gray figure till it vanished around the corner of the hospital.
Another twenty-four hours!