“It seems wrong that things that should be said should be suppressed,” Petrina pointed out.
“I agree with you,” Nicholas Thornton answered, “and one day I will own a newspaper of my own. I swear to you I will then print the truth, come hell or high water!”
Petrina laughed.
“I will help you,” she offered, “and that is a promise.”
They smiled at each other and started on the subject of corruption, which carried them through the next two hours.
At last it began to grow dark and now the light they had been waiting for appeared in a first floor window of the house on the corner.
Nicholas Thornton had a general plan of the house and Petrina was certain he was right when he showed her which was the bedroom that Yvonne Vouvray occupied.
Half an hour passed. Now there were only gas lamps in
