“Yes, miss, that’s what I advise you to do. You go out into the garden,” the police inspector spoke in a very kindly, respectful, pitying tone.
But Jean had moved closer to her lover’s side. She took his arm, and held it firmly.
“Say what you want to say to Mr. Garlett here,” she said. “I’m not going to leave him.”
“I’m sure the gentleman would rather we had our talk by ourselves, miss.”
Garlett said in a low voice, “He’s right, my dear. I do beg you to leave me.”
She shook her head. “I can’t,” she said piteously. “Don’t be angry with me, Harry.”
He tried to smile. “Nothing could make me angry with you, my darling.”
“Now, miss, can’t I persuade you to go out into the garden?”
“No,” said Jean. “I’m very sorry, but you can’t.”
“I’m sorry, too,” said the man. “But duty is duty.”