“You mean....”
He nodded.
“Murder!”
The girl gave a little gasp. Then she stretched out her hand and touched his arm.
“But, Robin,” she spoke in quick gasps,—“you can’t give the police this evidence of Bude’s. Don’t you see it incriminates you? Don’t you realize that every scrap of evidence points to you as being the man that visited Mr. Parrish in the library this afternoon? You’re a lawyer, Robin. You understand these things. Don’t you see what I mean?”
He nodded curtly.
“Perfectly,” he replied coldly.
“Bude will do what I tell him,” the girl hurried on. “There is no need for the police to know....”
“On the contrary,” said the other imperturbably, “it is essential they should be told at once.”
The girl grasped the lapels of his coat in her two hands. Her breath came quickly and she trembled all over.