"Thank you." When she smiled, he could see no other thing in all that dingy building. "I always seem to be thanking you."
"Which I find pleasant enough," he bowed.
"Why don't we go down to the station and explain it right now?" she asked hesitantly. "You're not afraid of being arrested for the fight, are you? That wasn't your fault."
"Oh, no. But my testimony and my reasoning aren't legally conclusive," he evaded.
"It would help a lot. It might get them out, tip the scales. I feel so sorry for them now. That poor old man!"
Kintyre looked straight into the green eyes. "Will you trust me a little bit?" he said. "Will you take my word that we can't do it immediately?"
Because the police would inquire further. Did I indeed hurt my arm and my head in that fracas? No, say the Michaelises. Where, then? I do not think their search would end short of Guido, your brother.
She bit her lip. "I hate to think of them locked up for something they haven't done."
"At the present time," he said, "my story would compromise someone else whom I also know to be innocent."
Like hell I do.