Maggie was the important person in this situation!--Maggie whose life was just beginning, and whose nature he still believed to be plastic! Not Joe Ellison or Old Jimmie Carlisle, who had almost lived out their lives and whose natures were now settled into what they would be until the end.
By playing upon the finer elements in Maggie's character he had all but succeeded in rousing to dominance that best nature which existed within her.

He would privately tell Maggie the truth, and tell only her and leave the using of that knowledge to her alone.

The shock of that knowledge, the effect of its revelations upon her, together with the responsibility of what she should do with this information, might be just the final forces necessary to make Maggie break away from all that she had been and swing over to all that he believed she might be.
Yes, that was the thing to do! And he would do it within the next twelve hours; for Dick had told him that Maggie was coming out again to Cedar Crest on the afternoon of the day which was now rousing from its sleep.
That is, he would do it if the police or the allies of his one-time friends did not locate him before Maggie came.

But of that he had no serious fear; he knew he had made a clean get-away from the Grantham, and that the shrewd Duchess had left no scent by which those bloodhounds of the Police Department could trail her.
Larry did not even try to sleep; he knew it would be of no avail.

Back in his own room he sat going over the situation, and his decision.