TWENTY-ONEMr. Holderness sat back in his chair. His florid colour stood high, but the black brows which made such a handsome contrast with his thick grey hair were drawn together in a frowning line, and the eyes they shaded had a worried look. It had become more and more pronounced as Carr’s story proceeded. He drew in his breath now and let it out again in gusty protest.
‘My dear Carr!’
Carr’s lip twitched.
‘Damnable—isn’t it?’
Mr. Holderness drummed on his knee with big white fingers.
‘You realize, of course, that if all this comes out; you’ll be in very serious danger of arrest.’
‘I’ve done nothing else but realize it.’
‘Of course there is no reason why it should all come out.’
‘How do you mean?’
‘Who knows that you went up to Melling House last night? How many people have you
