“Mr. Carpentaria,” cried another voice—a woman’s, firm and imperious. “Open the front door immediately and let me in. I insist.”
It was Pauline.
“Certainly, Miss Dartmouth,” said Carpentaria obediently. “Kindly cut the rope which you will see tied to the handle. I will tell the Soudanese to admit you.”
And he did so.
And presently footsteps were heard on the stairs, and both Pauline and Juliette came in.
“Rosie!” exclaimed Pauline. The sisters were clasped in each other’s arms.
“Forgive me, dearest!” Rosie entreated; and they kissed.
“But what have you——?” Pauline began, naturally mystified to the utmost.
“Ah, Miss Dartmouth,” said Carpentaria, “I fear you must wait for enlightenment until you can hear the whole story.”
“But the servants?” cried Pauline.