"Why! Isn't it plain? I want you to get warning to Larry that the
police are after him!"
"Why not do it yourself?"
"I'm going out where he is to-morrow, but that may be too late."
Maggie gave her other reasons, such as they were. The old woman's eyes
never left Maggie's flushed face, and yet never showed any interest.
"I thought you were tied up with Barney and Old Jimmie," the Duchess
commented. "Why are you going against them in this, and trying to help
Larry?"
"What's the difference why I'm doing it," Maggie cried with feverish
impatience, "so long as I'm trying to help him out of this!"
"Don't you realize," continued the calm old voice, "that Larry must
already know, as a matter of course, that the police and all the old
crowd are after him?"
"Perhaps he does, and perhaps he doesn't. All the same, he should know
for certain! The big point is, will you get Larry word?"
A moment passed and the Duchess did not speak. In fact this time she
had not heard Maggie, so intent was she in trying to look through
Maggie's dark, eager eyes to the very core of Maggie's being.
"Will you get Larry word?" Maggie repeated impatiently.
The Duchess came out of her study. There was a sudden thrill within
her, but it did not show in her voice.
"Yes.
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