"Where are they?" she gasped. "Show them to me."
"There. Do not move the curtain or they will suspect we are watching
them. Look a little to the left, by the lamp-post. The other you can
catch a glimpse of if you look between those two trees."
"What does it mean? Why are they waiting?" she burst out. Her face had
gone very pale, and her big dark eyes glared affrightedly from the window
to her husband.
"Hush! I beg you not to lose your self-control; it is essential neither
of us should lose our heads," he said, warningly.
She regained command of herself with an effort, and whispered, rather
than spoke, with twitching lips;
"What does the presence of these men mean?"
"It means that Crewe has already communicated with Scotland Yard."
"And that you will be arrested for _his_ murder?" Her trembling lips
could hardly frame the words.
"I think so--it's almost certain. But apparently the warrant is not yet
issued, or those men would come here and arrest me. But they are watching
to prevent my escape--if I thought of escaping. We may yet have a few
hours to arrange something, but you must come to a prompt decision."
"Tell me what to do, and I will do it.
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