And suddenly she had visions of Ransford's arrest, of his being dragged off to prison to meet a cruel accusation, of the shame and disgrace, and she hesitated further.
"But if that's so," she said at last, "what's the good of coming to me?
I can't do anything!" "I can!" said Bryce significantly.

"I know more--much more--than the police know--more than anybody knows.

I can save Ransford.

Understand that!" "What do you want now ?" she asked.
"To talk to you--to tell you how things are," answered Bryce.

"What harm is there in that?
To make you see how matters stand, and then to show you what I can do to put things right." Mary glanced at an open summer-house which stood beneath the beech trees on one side of the garden.