He drew a step nearer. Once more the few inches of blue steel flashed out between them.
“None of your games,” she warned him. “I am in earnest, and I am not afraid to shoot.”
“I won’t come any nearer,” he promised, “but listen! I am innocent—I have done nothing wrong. If you keep me here, you will do more harm than you can dream of.”
“It is for other people to decide about your innocence,” Lenora said calmly. “I have nothing to do with that. If you are wise, you will stop here quietly.”
“Have you said anything to Mr. Ashleigh, miss?” the man asked piteously.
“Not a word.”
An expression of relief shone for a moment upon his face. Lenora pointed to a stool.
“Sit down there and wait quietly,” she ordered.
He obeyed without a word. She left the place, locked the door securely, and made her way round to the other side of the garage—the side hidden from the house. Here, at the far corner, she drew a little pocket wireless from her bag and set it on the window-sill. Very slowly she sent her message,—
“I have Craig here in the Professor’s garage, locked up. If our plan has succeeded, come at once. I am waiting here for you.”