There was
just half an hour before Lauriston's train was due. Without a moment's
hesitation, she turned back along Star Street, hurried into Edgware Road
and hailing the first taxi-cab she saw, bade its driver to get to the
Great Northern as fast as possible. Whatever else happened, Lauriston must
be met and warned.
The taxi-cab made good headway along the Marylebone and Euston Roads, and
the hands of the clock over the entrance to King's Cross had not yet
indicated a quarter past nine when Zillah was set down close by. She
hurried into the station, and to the arrival platform. All the way along
in the cab she had been wondering what to do when she met Lauriston--not
as to what she should tell him, for that was already settled, but as to
what to advise him to do about following Ayscough's suggestion and keeping
out of the way, for awhile. She had already seen enough of him to know
that he was naturally of high spirit and courage, and that he would hate
the very idea of hiding, or of seeming to run away. Yet, what other course
was open if he wished to avoid arrest? Zillah, during her short business
experience had been brought in contact with the police authorities and
their methods more than once, and she knew that there is nothing the
professional detective likes so much as to follow the obvious--as the
easiest and safest.
Pages:
144
145
146
147
148
149
150
151
152
153
154
155
156
157
158
159
160
161
162
163
164
165
166
167
168