Nigel's face flushed at the taunt and a certain uncomfortable prospect of polite criticism from the Criminal Investigation Department he had undertaken to educate.
"Not altogether," he said.
"No?"
"We've found Aintree."
"Ah; yes. I wanted to get him away to the sea, but he's not fit to move yet."
"He may have to."
"A warrant for his arrest won't wait for him to get well—and away."
Nigel had never learned to disguise his feelings, and the threatening tone of his voice left no doubt in Elsie's mind that he was rapidly becoming desperate and would double his stakes to retrieve his earlier losings.
"So you're arresting him?" she said.