"This is some hired assassin." she thought. "They can't tackle my master, and knowing how wary he is, they have hired a girl to do the deed."
She was about to thrust to the door, when Theodora, in sheer despair, burst in, and cried at the top of her voice to Harkaway—
"Mr. Harkaway! Mr. Harkaway; come, come and hear news of your poor boys, I say."
At this wild outcry in the middle of his house, Jack stepped out of his room.
"Keep back, sir; keep back," screamed the servant "She's an assassin."
At these words Harkaway slipped back into his room, and reappeared armed with a pair of pistols.
"Now, what is it you require, my girl?" he demanded of Theodora.
"A few words with you."
"Don't trust her," shrieked the servant; "I saw a knife in her girdle. Don't trust her."
Theodora smiled faintly.