The policeman nodded.
“Yes—anything you like.”
Kate’s laugh died out, and she stood considering.
“But you said my conditions were—impossible. You will leave Charlie alone until you capture him running the whisky? You will call your men off his track—until you catch him red-handed? You will accept that condition, if I show you how you can—make good with your—headquarters?”
The man suddenly found himself caught in the spirit of Kate’s mood.
“But the conditions must not be all with you,” he cried, with a short laugh. “You are too generous to make it that way. If I accept your conditions, against my better judgment, will you allow me to make one?”
“But I am conferring the benefit,” Kate protested.
“All of it? What about your desire to protect Bryant?”
Kate nodded.
“What is your condition?”