Chapter 21
What Tod thought of all this was, perhaps, as much of an enigma to Tod as to his three brothers, and never more so than on that Sunday morning when two police constables appeared at his door with a warrant for the arrest of Tryst. After regarding them fixedly for full thirty seconds, he said, "Wait!" and left them in the doorway. Kirsteen was washing breakfast things which had a leadless glaze, and Tryst's three children, extremely tidy, stood motionless at the edge of the little scullery, watching. When she had joined him in the kitchen Tod shut the door. "Two policemen," he said, "want Tryst. Are they to have him?" In the life together of these two there had, from the very start, been a queer understanding as to who should decide what. It had become by now so much a matter of instinc
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