“Don’t take the ladder, Collins,” he shouted. “Put it down on the grass behind the tower. I may have to come up here to-night, so you can leave anything that won’t be hurt by the weather, and collect it again in the morning.”
Adele made a little face.
“I was afraid he would,” she said. “Not that I mind very much—it’s rather fun. But Mr. Connolly’s nervousness communicates itself in some way. I wish you were playing that part.”
“I wish to heaven I were!” said Michael, with such sincerity in his voice that she coloured.
Jack Knebworth came toward them.
“Did you leave anything up there, Adele?” he asked, pointing to the tower.
“No, Mr. Knebworth,” she said in surprise.
“Well, what’s that?”
He pointed to something round that showed above the edge of the tower top.
“Why, it’s moving!” he gasped.