y would.

But the events--what were they going to be?

For a moment the Duchess had been impelled to tell the truth straight
out to Maggie. But she had caught herself in time. This whole affair was
Larry's affair, and the truth belonged to him to be used as he saw fit.
So when she had told Maggie that she would get word to Larry, it was
this truth which she had had in mind, and only in a very minor way the
news which Maggie had brought.

This was, of course, such a truth as could be safely communicated only
by word of mouth. The Duchess realized that Larry no longer dared come
to her, and that therefore she must manage somehow to get to him. And
get to him without betraying his whereabouts.

There was little chance that the police would search her place or
greatly bother her. To the police mind, now that Larry was aware he was
known to be in New York, the pawnshop would obviously be the last place
in which he would seek refuge or through which he would have dealings.
Nevertheless, the Duchess deemed it wise to lose no moment and to
neglect no possible caution. Therefore, while Barney was still with
Chief Barlow and before the general order regarding Larry had more than
reached the various police stations, the Duchess, in cape, hat, and
veil, was out of her house. A block up the street lived the owner of
two or three taxicabs, concerning whom the Duchess, who was almost
omniscient in her own world, knew much that the said owner ardently
desired should be known no further. A few sentences with this gentleman,
and fifteen minutes later, huddled back in the darkened corner of a
taxicab, she rolled over the Queensboro Bridge out upon Long Island on
her mission of releasing a fact whose effect she could not foresee.

An hour and a half after that Larry was leading her to a bench in
the scented darkness of the Sherwoods' lawn. She had telephoned "Mr.
Brandon" from a drug-store booth in Flushing, and Larry had been waiting
for her near the entrance to Cedar Crest.

"What brought you out here like this, grandmother?" Larry whispered in
amazement as he sat down beside her.

"To tell you that the police are after you," she whispered back.

"I knew that already."

"Yes, I knew that you would."

"But how did you find out?"

"Maggie told me."

"Maggie!"

"She came down to see me, told me what had just happened at her place,
told me about Barney hurrying away to slip the news to that Gavegan, and
begged me to warn