And the dogs are all right. There's two new ones—not up to much. And nobody has ever guessed you weren't Marion. I told you they wouldn't; you're too much like her—on the outside. And they haven't found her, and they're not likely to. They didn't begin hunting for her till you bolted from the court; and of course she'd really been lost a fortnight then."
"Did they bother you much about me? Where I'd got to?"
"Well, that was quite simple. We never thought of it; but of course they kept asking where Marion was; and of course I didn't know; so it was quite easy to say I didn't. I could tell the truth all the time," said Ronald in a tone of satisfaction.
"Of course they would. That was nice," said Pollyooly.
"It was rather a blessing. They can't catch you out in the truth," said Ronald.
"And how's Miss Marlow?" said Pollyooly with more politeness than interest.
"Oh, she's still there—waiting for Marion to come back. But they'll never find her now," said Ronald.
"I don't think they will," said Pollyooly.
