His voice echoed loudly. The girl’s head went up.
“Sure.”
“To the Wolf’s face?”
There was a pause before the girl answered him. Her eyes were again on the dead body. Fyles waited. Then he urged her roughly.
“Well?”
Again came Annette’s upward fling of the head. Now angry defiance looked back at him.
“Yes! Where you like! When you like!”
“Good.” Fyles nodded. “We’re through here for now. We’ll get along back. I’m going to arrest the Wolf after you’ve told your story—to his face.”
The lantern moved. The policeman missed nothing. He was watching, watching. The lantern moved a second time and the girl’s other hand gestured sharply.
“You’ll protect me from them?”