She set down the receiver. Quest leaned a little more closely over her.
“You know where the jewels are hidden,” he said. “Tell me where?”
Her lips quivered. She made no answer. She turned uneasily in her chair.
“Tell me the place?” Quest persisted.
There was still no response from the girl. There were drops of perspiration on her forehead. Quest shrugged his shoulders slightly.
“Very good,” he concluded. “You need not tell me. Only remember this! At nine o’clock to-morrow morning you will bring those jewels to this apartment…. Rest quietly now. I want you to go to sleep.”
She obeyed without hesitation. Quest watched, for a moment, her regular breathing. Then he touched a bell by his side. Laura entered almost at once.
“Open the laboratory,” Quest ordered. “Then come back.”
Without a word or a glance towards the sleeping figure, she obeyed him. It was a matter of seconds before she returned. Together they lifted and carried the sleeping girl out of the room, across the landing, into a larger apartment, the contents of which were wrapped in gloom and mystery. A single electric light was burning on the top of a square mirror fixed upon an easel. Towards this they carried the girl and laid her in an easy-chair almost opposite to it.
“The battery is just on the left,” Laura whispered.