To Elaine it seemed that something must be done quickly. A moment
and all the house would be in uproar.
Instead, he placed his finger on his lips. "Quick--no word," he
said, leading the way to the hall door, "and--you must not leave
that--it will be a clue," he added, picking up the bloody
handkerchief and pressing it into Elaine's hand.
They quickly ran out into the hall.
"Go--quick!" he urged again, "and hide the handkerchief in the
bag. Let no one see it!"
He shut the door. As they hurried away, Elaine breathed a sigh of
relief.
"Why did he let us go, though?" she whispered, her head in a
whirl.
"I don't know," panted Mary, "but anyhow, thank heaven, we are out
of it. Come," she added, taking Elaine's arm, "not a soul has seen
us except the servant. Let us get away as quietly as we can."
They had reached the street. Afraid to run, they hurried as fast
as they could until they turned the first corner.
Elaine looked back. No one was pursuing.
"We must separate," added Mary. "Let us go different ways. I will
see you later. Perhaps they will think some enemy has murdered
him."
They pressed each other's hands and parted.
Meanwhile in the front room, Long Sin was on his feet again
brushing himself off and mopping up the blood.
"It worked very well, Sam," he said to the servant.
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