“But you’ve rendered yourself liable to prosecution, don’t forget that,” said the man with the straw hat. “That man, Alfred Dawnay, alias Day, is wanted on a very serious charge.”
“Of what?” I asked quickly.
“Never mind what. You’ve assisted him to escape, and you’ll have to answer for it.”
And he closed the door angrily, for the train was again about to move off towards London.
What, I wondered, was the serious charge against Alfred Dawnay?
Chapter Six.
The Quick and the Dead.
On my return to London I had the very unpleasant experience of being closely watched by detectives, just as the fugitive had foreseen. It was quite evident that the police intended to rediscover Dawnay through my instrumentality.