"I have my doubts."
They walked on in silence till they came to a small iron gate, where
the policemen left them, whilst he went to the lodge for the keys; and
all the while Kelson was in terror, lest Hamar should catch sight of
Lilian Rosenberg, who had kept close behind them, and was now
standing, but a few yards away, trying to conceal her identity and
escape notice.
But the policeman on his return with the keys called out to her, and
Kelson, fearing that she might be either taken in charge for loitering
there, in apparently suspicious circumstances, or made to remain in
the Park all night--neither of which contingencies he could possibly
permit--at once came forward, and explained that she was a friend of
his.
The policeman was satisfied. The sight of another half-sovereign had
rendered him more than polite, and, without saying a word, he let them
all out together.
The moment they were in the street, Hamar turned on Kelson, white with
passion.
"So," he said, "I was right after all--liar! fool! You would risk all
our lives for a few hours' flirtation with this silly girl."
"If it's only flirtation, Leon, what does it matter?" Curtis
interposed. "For goodness' sake shut up wrangling and let's get home.
I'm starving."
"I shall have something to say to you to-morrow morning," Hamar
remarked, in an undertone, to Lilian Rosenberg.
"And I to you," was the furious reply. "I shall not forget the
disrespectful way in which you have just spoken of me, in alluding to
the scent.
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