�Then you think there�s a chance?—�
She nodded.
He turned and looked at Wyant, who was writing assiduously.
�You will stay here, Sybilla; I shall be back in a moment.�
He hurried out, locking the door behind him.
Wyant had looked up, wondering if Miss Lombard would show any surprise at being locked in with him; but it was his turn to be surprised, for hardly had they heard the key withdrawn when she moved close to him, her small face pale and tumultuous.
�I arranged it—I must speak to you,� she gasped. �He�ll be back in five minutes.�
Her courage seemed to fail, and she looked at him helplessly.
Wyant had a sense of stepping among explosives. He glanced about him at the dusky vaulted room, at the haunting smile of the strange picture overhead, and at the pink-and-white girl whispering of conspiracies in a voice meant to exchange platitudes with a curate.
�How can I help you?� he said with a rush of compassion.