garden and the road. Tom's eyes became riveted to some object outside.
"There's the Wrotham bobby at the gate, with another man."
"What?"
Gardiner sprang to the window, and then fell back out of sight behind the curtain. "Yes; they're after me. Wired out to Rochehaut, I suppose, and wired back. Keep them off daddy, and stick out to him that I'm innocent. Keep them off me too, if you can, and give me a start. Say I've gone to town. I'll write when I can."
Tom clattered down the stairs behind his lighter-footed brother. At the bottom the passage ran right and left, to front and back. Gardiner turned to the left, but was stopped by a grip on his shoulder. The ties of brotherhood held in the face of danger. Tom was holding out his hand.
"Good-by, Harry—God bless you."
"Good-by, old Tom."
They parted: Tom to the front, to tackle the police; Gardiner to the back, en route for South America.