Hamel, for the next few minutes, forgot everything else in his efforts to restore to consciousness his unexpected visitor. He rebuilt the fire, heated some water upon his spirit lamp, and forced some hot drink between the lips of the woman who was now almost in a state of collapse. Then he wrapped her round in his own ulster and drew her closer to the fire. He tried during those few moments to put away the memory of all that she had told him. Gradually she began to recover. She opened her eyes and drew a little sigh. She made no effort at speech, however. She simply lay and looked at him like some wounded animal. He came over to her side and chafed one of her cold hands.
"Come," he said at last, "you begin to look more like yourself now.
You are quite safe in here, and, for Esther's sake as well as your own, you know that I am your friend."
She nodded, and her fingers gently pressed his.
"I am sure of it," she murmured.
"Now let us see where we are," he continued. "Tell me exactly why you risked so much by leaving St. David's Hall to-night and coming down here. Isn't there any chance that he might find out?"
"I don't know," she answered. "It was Lucy Price who sent me. She came to my room just as I was undressing."
"Lucy Price," he repeated. "The secretary?"
"Yes! She told me that she had meant to come to you herself. She sent me instead. She thought it best. This man Dunster is being kept alive because there is something Miles wants him to tell him, and he won't. But to-night, if he is still alive, if he won't tell, they mean to make away with him. They are afraid."
"Miss Price told you this?" Hamel asked gravely.
Mrs, Fentolin nodded.
"Yes! She said so. She knows - she knows everything. She has been like the rest of us. She, too, has suffered. She, too, has reached the breaking point. She loved him before the accident.
She has been his slave ever since. Listen!"
She suddenly clutched his arm. They were both silent. There was nothing to be heard but the wind. She leaned a little closer to him.
"Lucy Price sent me here to-night because she was afraid that it was to-night they meant to take him from his hiding-place and kill him. The police have left off searching for Mr. Dunster in Yarmouth and at The Hague. There is a detective in the neighbourhood and another one on his way here. They are afraid to keep him alive any longer."
"Where was Mr. Fentolin when you left?" Hamel asked.
"I asked Lucy Price that," she replied. "When she came to my room, there were no signs of his leaving. She told me to come and tell you everything. Do you know where Mr. Dunster is?"
Hamel shook his head.
" Within a few yards of here," she went on. "He is in the boat-house, the place where Miles told you he kept a model of his invention. They brought him here the night before they put his clothes on Ryan and sent him off disguised as Mr. Dunster, in the car to Yarmouth."
Hamel started up, but she clutched at his arm and pulled him back.
"No," she cried, "you can't break in! There are double doors and a wonderful lock. The boat-house is yours; the building is yours.
In the morning you must demand the keys - if he does not come to-night!"
"And how are we to know," Hamel asked, "if he comes to-night?"
"Go outside," she whispered. "Look towards St. David's Hall and tell me how many lights you can see."
He drew back the bolt, unlatched the door, and stepped out into the darkness. The wind and the driving rain beat against his face. A cloud of spray enveloped and soaked him. Like lamps hung in the sky, the lights of St. David's Hall shone out through the black gulf. He counted them carefully; then he stepped back.
"There are seven," he told her, closing the door with an effort.
She counted upon her fingers.
"I must come and see," she muttered. "I must be sure. Help me."
He lifted her to her feet, and they staggered out together.
"Look!" she went on, gripping his arm. "You see that row of lights?
If anything happens, if Mr. Fentolin leaves the Hall to-night to come down here, a light will appear on the left in the far corner.
We must watch for that light. We must watch -"
The words, whispered hoarsely into. his ear, suddenly died away.
Even as they stood there, far away from the other lights, another one shone suddenly out in the spot towards which she had pointed, and continued to burn steadily. He felt the woman who was clinging to his arm become suddenly a dead weight.
"She was right!" Mrs. Pentolin moaned. "He is coming down to-night!
He is preparing to leave now; perhaps he has already started! What shall we do? What shall we do?"
Hamel was conscious of a gathering sense of excitement. He, too, looked at the signal which was flashing out its message towards them.
Then he gripped his companion's arm and almost carried her back into the sitting-room.
"Look here," he said firmly, "you can do nothing further. You have done your part and done it well. Stay where you are and wait. The rest belongs to me."
"But what can you do?" she demanded, her voice shaking with fear.
"Meekins will come with him, and Doctor Sarson, unless he is here already. What can you do against them? Meekins can break any ordinary man's back, and Mr. Fentolin will have a revolver."
Hamel threw another log on to the fire and drew her chair closer to it.
"Never mind about he declared cheerfully. "Mr. Fentolin is too clever to attempt violence, except as a last resource. He knows that I have friends in London who would need some explanation of my disappearance. Stay here and wait."
She recognised the note of authority in his tone, and she bowed her head. Then she looked up at him; she was a changed woman.
"Perhaps I have done ill to drag you into our troubles, Mr. Hamel," she said, "and yet, I believe in you. I believe that you really care for Esther. If you can help us now, it will be for your happiness, too. You are a man. God bless you!"
