“If you gave me all the money there was in the world, I would not many you,” she said.
“I will give you something more precious.” His voice was softer, scarcely audible. “I will give you a life!”
She thought he was speaking of Dick Gordon.
“I will give you the life of your brother.”
For a second the room spun round and she clutched a chair to keep her feet.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“I will give you the life of your brother, who is lying in Gloucester Gaol under sentence of death!” said the Frog.
With a supreme effort Ella guided herself to a chair and sat down.
“My brother?” she said dully. “Under sentence of death?”
“To-day is Monday,” said the Frog. “On Wednesday he dies. Give me your word that when I send for you, you will come, and I will save him.”