"Is there any sign of police?" asked Farrington.
They scanned the horizon, but there was no evidence of a lurking force, and they turned to watch T. B. Smith and his prisoner making their slow way across the downs. For five minutes they stood watching, then Fall uttered an exclamation.
"They are going to the cottage!" he said, and again the men's eyes met.
"Impossible," said Farrington, but there was a little glint in his eye which spoke of the hope behind the word.
Again an interval of silence. Three pairs of eyes followed the men.
"It is the cottage!" said Fall. "Quick!"
In an instant the two men were in the lift and shooting downwards; they did not stop till they reached the basement.
"You have a pistol?" asked Farrington.
Fall nodded. They quitted the lift and walked swiftly along a vaulted corridor, lighted at intervals with lamps set in niches. On their way they passed a door made in the solid wall to their left.
"We must get her out of this, if necessary," said Farrington in a low voice. "She is not giving any trouble?"