“Rot! You won’t meet him.”
“What about Freda?”
“Don’t worry. The boy was so dazed by the drug that he’ll never recognise her again. She tried to make him believe that he himself had committed a crime. And she succeeded.”
“Old Homfray may have told him about us and about the Willard affair. What then?”
“No fear of that. Old Homfray will say nothing to his son. He wouldn’t expose himself.”
But Claribut shook his head in doubt.
“My opinion is that we’re treading on very thin ice. I don’t like this house—and I don’t like the look of things at all.”
“The house is all right. Young Homfray can recollect nothing clearly after he found the girl.”
“Of course, his friends are laughing at this weird story of how he discovered her,” said Claribut. “But we don’t know whether, in some way or other, his story may be corroborated. And then—”
“Well, even then there’s no evidence to connect us with the affair. None whatever. We got them both clear away in the car, thanks to your marvellous ingenuity, Jimmie. And naturally he wonders where Edna is.”