"Am I as bad as that?"
"It's the simplest way to cover the trail. You were taken ill at the Barhams'; you wired for me to avoid alarming the family, and I had you transferred to the hospital. But there's a risk."
"Of being trapped?"
"Not that so much. Of bringing on another attack."
"You'll be with me, won't you?"
"Yes. We'll get a car and take you over."
"Then I'm not afraid," she said trustfully. "But—'we'; do you mean that Sid is going along?"
"I supposed you'd want him."
"I don't."
Wise though he was in human nature, Mona was always surprising Osterhout. He made no comment, but went into the front room. Rathbone, his finely cut face mottled and livid, lurched heavily out of his chair.