I'll make it all right.

Don't you worry yourself!" Molly lifted a perfectly white face and looked at Fisher.

She met his eyes, struggled with herself a moment, then with quivering lips turned slowly away.

He did not try to stop her.

He realised that Charlie must be disposed of before he attempted to extract an explanation from her.
Charlie sprang to the door, shut it hastily after her, and turned the key.
"Now!" he said, and, wheeling, marched straight back to Fisher and halted before him.