CHAPTER XXV. THE MADMAN TALKS
Tavernake turned on the light. Pritchard, with a quick leap forward, seized Wenham around the waist and dragged him away. Elizabeth had fainted; she lay upon the floor, her face the color of marble.
“Get some water and throw over her,” Pritchard ordered.
Tavernake obeyed. He threw open the window and let in a current of air. In a moment or two the woman stirred and raised her head.
“Look after her for a minute,” Pritchard said. “I Il lock this fierce little person up in the bathroom.”
Pritchard carried his prisoner out. Tavernake leaned over the woman who was slowly coming back to consciousness.
“Tell me about it,” she asked, hoarsely. “Where is he?”
“Locked up in the bathroom,” Tavernake answered. “Pritchard is taking care of him. He won't be able to get out.”
“You know who it was?” she faltered.