“Cannot this gentleman defend himself? He came of his own will surely, and should not shirk the consequences,” said the Duchess.
“M. Boreski is right,” I put in, “and I think I see a way.” I got up as I spoke.
“What are you going to do, monsieur?” asked Helga quickly, in some concern.
“I am going to obey your wishes, mademoiselle, and leave the house,” I answered with a smile.
“I should not let him go. If these men come here it will be in search of him; and if you give him up to them, it will show them they have nothing against Loris and you, Helga.”
But Helga was thinking closely, and seemed not to hear this admirable advice. Boreski looked from one to the other in doubt what to do. For a few moments there was silence.
Then an ominous interruption came from outside. A sound of a pistol shot, followed by running footsteps along the verandah, and the violent slamming of a door somewhere.
The Duchess jumped to her feet in fear and great agitation.
“What can that be?” she cried.
“I fear it means you must delay your flight, Duchess,” said Helga with scarcely veiled disdain.