“I don’t wish, to stay here any longer,” she faltered.
“One moment, please,” said Arrelsford, as she stopped, “we need you.”
“For what?”
“As a witness.”
“You can send for me if you need me, I will be at home.”
“I am sorry,” said Arrelsford, again interposing, “I will have to detain you until I turn him over to the guard. It won’t take long.”
The middle window was open and he stepped to it, still keeping an eye on Thorne, and shouted at the top of his voice:
“Call the guard! Corporal of the Guard! Send up the guard to the telegraph office!”
The note of triumph in his voice was unmistakable. From the street the three inside heard a faint cry:
“What’s the matter? Who calls the guard?”