Oh, ma'-- Angelica--" "Mr.Pyecroft, what does this mean ?" cried Mrs.De Peyster.
Mr.Pyecroft's usual perfect composure was gone.

His face was gleamingly alert; sharp as a razor's edge.
"God knows how they've done it," he snapped out.

"But it means they've tracked me here!" "As--as Thomas Preston ?" "As Thomas Preston." "And if they take you--they--they may find me, and--" "Nothing more likely," grimly responded Mr.Pyecroft.
"Then escape!" Mrs.De Peyster cried with frantic energy.

"Run! For heaven's sake, run! You still have time!" "Running from the police is the surest way to get caught when they've got you trapped," he answered in quick, staccato tones.

"They've got every door watched--sure.