COACH WAS WAITING at the entrance to the alley. Celia had expected that now Darren would let her see where she was, but he hurried her inside. As the horse started Darren leaned closer to her and said in a voice she could barely hear, “We’re going to Godfrey’s. We want to give the impression that you’ve been there all evening.” Celia said “Yes, of course,” and Darren added, “But we may go in or we may not—I’ll explain later.” Again Celia said “Yes.” That was all she said, and she was glad that Darren too was silent, for she was trying to go over in her mind what she had learned tonight. The coach stopped sooner than she had expected. When they got out she saw that they were on King Street, near Tradd Street where Godfrey lived. So the meeting-place had not been as far from the shop as she had thought. Evidently on their first ride the driver had taken a long zigzag route. If she had not chosen to join them, or if they had decided that she had better not be trusted with their secrets, he would have brought her back by the same long route and she could never have guessed where she had been.
