"My God!" he gasped, "they've got T. B.!"
He stood for a moment in indecision. He had visualized the scene and knew what fate would befall his chief.
"Back to the gallery," he said harshly, and led the way, holding the woman's arm in support. He found his way without difficulty to the lift, sprang into it, after Lady Constance, and pressed the button.... Now they were speeding along the sparking rail ... now they were in the lift rising swiftly to the room in Moor Cottage. T. B.'s car was outside.
"You had better come with me," said Ela quickly.
Lady Constance jumped into the car after him.
"To the Secret House," said Ela to the chauffeur, and as the car drove forward he turned to the woman at his side.
"I will put you amongst your friends in a few moments," he said; "at present I dare not risk the loss of a second."
"But what will they do?"
"I pretty well know what they will do," said Ela grimly. "Farrington is playing his last hand, and T. B. Smith is to be his last victim."