"My dear Mr. Lucy, there's really no reason why I should. If Mrs. Tailleur has not gone up to town, her address won't help you. If she has gone, your discreetest course by far, if I may say so——"
"Is what?" said Lucy sternly.
"Why, my dear fellow, of course—to let her go."
Lucy raised his head. "I do not intend," he said, "to let her go."
"Nor I," said Marston.
"Then we've neither of us any time to lose. I won't answer for what she may do, in the state she's in."
Marston swung slightly round, so that he faced Lucy with his imperturbable stare.
"If you'd known Mrs. Tailleur as long as I have you'd have no sort of doubt as to what she'll do."
Lucy did not appear to have heard him, so sunk was he in his own thoughts.
"What was that?" said Marston suddenly.