“That isn’t the question which troubles me,” Nash said quietly. “How are you to explain your presence here?”
“I won’t need to,” she retorted.
“Oh, but you will have to. You are employed by these people. Do you want them to suspect you of double-dealing? Remember, Miss Trask, it is the law you are fighting now.”
“I shall tell them the truth.”
“You must tell them that you came here—to arrest me. I am your prisoner. You must tell them that.”
“I won’t!” she exclaimed.
“You must do this, Miss Trask. You must protect yourself.”
“I will tell them it is all a mistake—that you are innocent,” she said. “I will tell them that you are not the man they want.”
“What good will it do?” Nash asked. “What good, Miss Trask? You have no proofs.”
“Oh, but I cannot tell them what you wish me to!” she protested, over and over again. “I cannot!”