“Don't you see that I'm ruined if we're caught?” I demanded, a little warmly.
“No, I don't see it,” he replied. “You don't suppose I think you fool enough to risk this comedy if the man were guilty, do you? I don't believe all that rubbish about his being the criminal's double, either. That's something the girls got up for your benefit.”
I ignored this piece of brutality.
“But I'm ruined anyway.”
“How?”
I explained shortly what I thought our friend, O'Meara, would do under the circumstances. An inference sufficed Farrar.
“Why didn't you say something about this before?” he asked gravely. “I would have put into Far Harbor.”
“Because I didn't think of it,” I confessed.
Farrar pulled down the corners of his mouth with trying not to smile.
“Miss Thorn is a woman of brains,” he remarked gently; “I respect her.”