"Why are you going against them in this, and trying to help Larry ?" "What's the difference why I'm doing it," Maggie cried with feverish impatience, "so long as I'm trying to help him out of this!" "Don't you realize," continued the calm old voice, "that Larry must already know, as a matter of course, that the police and all the old crowd are after him ?" "Perhaps he does, and perhaps he doesn't.

All the same, he should know for certain! The big point is, will you get Larry word ?" A moment passed and the Duchess did not speak.

In fact this time she had not heard Maggie, so intent was she in trying to look through Maggie's dark, eager eyes to the very core of Maggie's being.
"Will you get Larry word ?" Maggie repeated impatiently.
The Duchess came out of her study.

There was a sudden thrill within her, but it did not show in her voice.
"Yes." "At once ?" "As soon as telling him will do any good.

And now you better hurry back to your hotel, if you don't want Barney and Old Jimmie to suspect what you've been up to.