“Then why are you here, if you care for her so much?”
“That you may help me rescue her.”
CHAPTER THE EIGHTH—THE VANISHING POINT
I
SPURRED into haste by the Captain's air of calamity. Hindwood had commenced to dress. During the few minutes that it took him to hurry into his clothes he thought furiously: with the result that by the time he was clad for departure, he seated himself obstinately on the edge of the bed. Meanwhile, in the belief that he was being followed, the Captain had led the way into the passage. He had now returned and stood filling the doorway, a turbulent figure in his gorgeous uniform of the Royal Hussars.
“There's no time to lose.” he rapped out.
Hindwood eyed him calmly. “If you were sent to execute me, you can do it here as conveniently as anywhere else.”
The sheer amazement which greeted this accusation seemed to disprove its accuracy. The Captain answered scornfully: