“You saved my life then. I shall save yours now.”
“Is my life really in danger?”
“Unless you joined us—yes.”
She laughed incredulously.
“In London! Impossible!”
He made a gesture with his hands.
“Do not let us argue on that point,” he said gravely. “Go through that door,” he pointed to the door by which he himself had entered. “You will find yourself in a small garden. The garden gate leads to a narrow passage past some stables and so into the street. Go quickly, and take a cab. Don’t return to your own house. Go somewhere else—anywhere else. And leave London early to-morrow morning.”
He silently opened the door for her.
“Thank you,” she said. His seriousness had affected her. “How shall you explain my departure to your—your friends?”
“In my own way,” he replied calmly. “When a man has deliberately betrayed his cause, there is only one explanation.”