The Vicar looked at his watch. He turned to Rowcliffe.
"Is that fellow coming, or is he not?"
"He won't funk it," said Rowcliffe.
He turned. His eyes met Gwenda's. "I think I can answer for his coming."
"Do you mean Jim Greatorex?" she said.
"Yes."
"What is it that he won't funk?"
She looked from one to the other. Nobody answered her. It was as if they were, all three, afraid of her.
"I see," she said. "If you ask me I think he'd much better not come."
"My dear Gwenda——" The Vicar was deferent to the power that had dragged Ally's confession from her.