"We must wait till we can question him direct," he went on evasively.
"But, _if_ we're right, he mustn't know," I put in.
"Till everyone knows," sighed George.
Beresford stirred restlessly, and the sound of a moan silenced us.
"If--" George began again in a whisper. I nodded. "God above! if we
hadn't managed to pull him off in time!"