"What, have they come to pump you again?"
"No, it's you they're after."
"Nonsense, man! How can they know I'm here?"
"Evans has told them."
"Who's Evans?"
"The man who brings the milk. He was at the door when you arrived. He's coming up the road with them now."
"But how the deuce should Evans—"
"Your description's out, and a reward. Five hundred pounds. He must have gone straight off to the police station."
"Five hundred pounds!" Gardiner was as white as his shirt. "Who offered it?"
Denis would not answer or look at him. There was no need; Gardiner knew well enough who had offered it, and the shock made him sick. Did she indeed hate him so much as all that?