Saul Aronson's jaw dropped and the subpoena began to burn a hole in his pocket. Was this a subterfuge? He would be on the alert.
"When did she start?"
"Why, this morning. You must have passed her coming out."
Passed her coming out! It was like chasing his own shadow, this constant missing of the game he hunted.
"But wha—wha—what made her go to Europe?" stammered Aronson. He remembered hearing Shagarach say one day that flight was confession. Was Mrs. Arnold involved in her son's guilt? Then all the more reason for waylaying her before she gave them the slip.
"Can't a lady go abroad if she chooses? Mrs. Arnold goes abroad every summer."
"But Harry——"
"Yes, we're cleaning things up for Harry. They'll live here after they're married, you know, Harry and Miss March."
"But he was arrested!"
"Arrested!"