Dick.
[When Boulger is gone.] At least, he will the moment he sees you.
Mrs. Crowley.
What do you mean by that?
Dick.
Merely that I wanted to talk to you. And Robert Boulger, being a youth of somewhat limited intelligence, seemed in the way.
Mrs. Crowley.
Why did you leave the Old Bailey?
Dick.
My dear lady, I couldn't stand it. You don't know what it is to sit there and watch a man tortured, a man you've known all your life, whom you've dined with times out of number, in whose house you've stayed. He had just the look of a hunted beast, and his face was grey with terror.