"Do you understand?"
"Yes-but if he has already!"
Keith felt the shiver which ran through her. And the thought rushed into his mind: 'My God! Suppose the police come round while I'm here!' If Larry had indeed gone to them! If that Policeman who had seen him here the night after the murder should find him here again just after the verdict! He said almost fiercely:
"Can I trust you not to let Larry out of your sight? Quick!
Answer!"
Clasping her hands to her breast, she answered humbly:
"I will try."
"If he hasn't already done this, watch him like a lynx! Don't let him go out without you. I'll come to-morrow morning early. You're a Catholic, aren't you? Swear to me that you won't let him do anything till he's seen me again."She did not answer, looking past him at the door; and Keith heard a key in the latch. There was Laurence himself, holding in his hand a great bunch of pink lilies and white narcissi. His face was pale and haggard. He said quietly:
"Hallo, Keith!"
The girl's eyes were fastened on Larry's face; and Keith, looking from one to the other, knew that he had never had more need for wariness.
"Have you seen?" he said.
Laurence nodded. His expression, as a rule so tell-tale of his emotions, baffled Keith utterly.
"Well?"
"I've been expecting it."
"The thing can't stand--that's certain. But I must have time to look into the report. I must have time to see what I can do. D'you understand me, Larry--I must have time." He knew he was talking at random. The only thing was to get them away at once out of reach of confession; but he dared not say so.
"Promise me that you'll do nothing, that you won't go out even till I've seen you to-morrow morning."Again Laurence nodded. And Keith looked at the girl. Would she see that he did not break that promise? Her eyes were still fixed immovably on Larry's face. And with the feeling that he could get no further, Keith turned to go.