He was, in fact, trying to get the responsibility of his suspicions lightened by sharing them with Trenholme at this eleventh hour, but his hearer was not so quickly roused.
"If you believe that," he said coolly, "you ought to give information to the police." "The police know all that I know.

They've heard the people preaching and singing in the streets.

I can't make them believe the story if they don't.

They'd not go with me one step on a night like this--not one step." There was a short silence.

Trenholme was weighing probabilities.