'Twas after half-past nine when it left the inn." "What made you find out that ?" "Do you think I didn't put my wits to work when the damned detective was trying to put me into it as well as her?
I thought it all out then--about telling the truth.

But I saw 'twould a' been no good for her, but only made matters worse.

Who'd a' believed me?
There be times when a man can say too much, so I kept my mouth shut." There was so much sense in this that Charles had nothing to say in reply.
In silence they tramped along till they reached the dip of the sea in which the Moon Rock lay.

Here they paused, as if with the mutual feeling that the time had come for the interview to end.

Behind them towered the cliffs, with Flint House hanging crazily on the summit far above where they stood.