“Do you truly think he always has an escape ready?” repeated the girl.
Then Ralph understood.
“You mean he is in danger,” he said steadily. “Well, of course he is. There is no great man that is not. But I do not see why he should not escape as he has always done.”
“You think that, Mr. Torridon?”
“Why, yes;” went on Ralph, a little hastily. “You remember the matter of the bribe. See how he cleared himself. Surely, Mrs. Beatrice—”
“And you really think so,” said the girl. “I know that you know what we do not; and I shall believe what you say.”
“How can I tell?” remonstrated Ralph. “I can only tell you that in this matter I know nothing that you do not. Master More is under no suspicion.”
Beatrice drew a breath of relief.
“I am glad I spoke to you, sir,” she said. “It has been on my mind. And something that he said a few minutes ago frightened me.”
“What did he say?” asked Ralph curiously.