And the inspector proceeded to read the warrant, but he was quickly interrupted.
“I understand the charge,” Gaunt cried impatiently. “Do you wish to handcuff me?”
“No, sir. I have a taxi-cab at the door.”
“Shall I come with you?” Drake asked quietly.
“No, stay and try to comfort my wife. In the meantime see that none of our plans are delayed. You and your brother have full instructions,” Gaunt said quietly.
CHAPTER XXX
During the drive to Bow Street Police Station, John Gaunt could think of nothing else save his wife’s attitude, and it was with a deep feeling of relief that he realized his fear had been groundless. It was not the fact that he had killed Marillier that had caused her distress, but the danger that he was incurring. She had appealed to him so passionately, inasmuch as she feared for his safety, and the thought brought him comfort.
The warrant was formally read over to him in the charge room and he was at once conducted to a cell, there to await the arrival of his solicitor, for whom he had sent. He was calm and collected when the lawyer arrived.
“I am glad to see you, Mr. Stanley,” he remarked quietly, and then proceeded to relate what had happened.
The solicitor listened attentively, now and then jotting down a note.