"I--I don't understand," he repeated.

"Tonight Kedsty will know that it was you who rescued me and you who shot Constable Willis.

Good God, we must lose no time in getting away!" "There is great reason why Kedsty dare not betray my presence in his house," she said quietly.

"He would die first! And he will not suspect that I have brought you to my room, that an escaped murderer is hiding under the very roof of the Inspector of Police! They will search for you everywhere but here! Isn't it splendid?
He planned it all, every move, even to the screaming in front of your cell--" "You mean--Kedsty ?" She withdrew her hands and stepped back from him, and again he saw in her eyes a flash of the fire that had come into them when she leveled her gun at the three men in the prison alcove.

"No, not Kedsty.