22. TIME TO FISH
Kennaway stood up, a look of immense relief on his face. Charlie was putting the revolver away in his pocket.
“Thank heaven,” the young man said. “That’s a load off my shoulders.” He glanced down at Tait, who was stirring slightly. “I think he’s coming out of it now. Poor chap. All evening I’ve been wondering—asking myself—but I just couldn’t believe it. He’s a kind man, underneath his bluster. I couldn’t believe him capable of—all those terrible things.”
Chan was moving toward the door. “Your lips, I trust, are sealed,” he remarked. “You will repeat no word of what I have told you, of course. We have yet to make our capture, but I am certain our quarry is unsuspecting. Should he feel that his little stratagem here has succeeded, I think maybe our future path becomes ev
