And now the police were to be set after
him, with that Gavegan heading the pack.
Perhaps the further thinking Maggie did did not result in cool, mature
wisdom--for her thoughts were the operations of a panicky mind.
Somehow she had to get warning to Larry of this imminent police hunt!
Without doubt Larry would return to Cedar Crest sometime that night.
Word should be sent to him there. A letter was too uncertain in such a
crisis. Of course she had an invitation to go to Cedar Crest the
following afternoon, and she might warn him then--but that might be
too late. She dared not telephone or telegraph--for that might somehow
direct dangerous attention to the exact spot where Larry was hidden.
Also she had an instinct, operating unconsciously long before she had
any thought of what she was eventually to do, not to let Barney or Old
Jimmie find out, or even guess, that she had warned Larry--not yet.
There seemed nothing that she herself could do. Then she thought of
the Duchess. That was the way out! The Duchess would know some way in
which to get Larry word.
Five minutes later, in her plainest suit and hat, Maggie in a taxicab
was rolling down toward the Duchess's--from where, only a few months
back, she had started forth upon her great career.
CHAPTER XXVIII
Old Jimmie did not like meeting the police any oftener than a meeting
was forced upon him, and so he slipped away and allowed Barney Palmer
to undertake alone the business of settling Larry.
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