"Yes. To give him a sporting chance, the start of those who are after him. You love Stanley Heath. Don't you want to see him go free?"
"Not if he is guilty."
"Marcia! You mean you would deliver him over to the law?"
"I would have him deliver himself over."
"As if he would! As if any criminal would."
"A criminal who thought of his soul might."
"But criminals don't think of their souls, dear. They think only of their bodies—that's probably why they are criminals."
Marcia made no answer.
"Well, anyway, nobody is going to round up Mr. Heath if I can prevent it," asserted Sylvia, throwing back her head. "If you won't help him get away, I will. He must go in the boat—now—today."
"The boat has gone."