"An order came for my release, and I walked out."
"Do you mean you were actually in prison?" asked Mercy.
"And a very filthy prison, too, I assure you. But, so far as I am concerned, that danger is over."
"Well, thank Heaven for that. Another period of suspense of the kind would about kill Mercy, and finish off the family," cried Mrs. Curwen. "I'm off Spanish investments altogether. And what's going to happen next? Of course it'll be something unusual. There's no musty conventionality about your doings just now."
"And where is Sarita?" asked Madame Chansette.
"I wish I knew, my dear madame. She was arrested at the same time as I; and if I knew, I could do something to help her. But that's just the pith and kernel of my trouble. As to what will come next I have not a much clearer idea than you, Mrs. Curwen. But something will probably happen to-morrow."
"We may be sure of that," she returned quickly. "And when can we all go away to some safe un-dynamity country?"
"I think I shall be able to answer that better to-morrow."
"It's all to-morrow, it seems to me. And in the meantime don't you think you'd better go to bed somewhere? You're about fagged out."
"I am too anxious to sleep."