The same woman who had waited on him on his arrival came slowly down the stairs in response.
"The man with the horses," commanded Martin-Roget peremptorily. "Tell him I'll be ready in two minutes."
He returned to the room and proceeded to struggle into his heavy coat, Chauvelin as before making no attempt to help him. He sat once more huddled up in the ingle-nook hugging his elbows with his thin white hands. There was a smile half scornful, but not wholly dissatisfied around his bloodless lips. When Martin-Roget was ready to go he called out quietly after him:
"The Hollandia remember! At Portishead on the last day of the month. Captain K U Y P E R."
"Quite right," replied Martin-Roget laconically. "I'm not like to forget."
He then picked up his hat and riding whip and went out.
VII
Outside in the porch he found the woman bending over the recumbent figure of his guide.
"He be azleep, Mounzeer," she said placidly, "fast azleep, I do believe."
"Asleep?" cried Martin-Roget roughly, "we'll soon see about waking him up."