"That's not the way," the voice said harshly.

"Shan't I get a cloak——"

"For God's sake, no! It's a question of moments now." He was undoing the door. "Run for your life. First to the left—second to the right—a cab-rank."

I fled out of the house.

CHAPTER XXIX
WHERE?

I stood ringing. I thundered at the knocker.

I beat the door with my fist.

An old man opened at last.

"Mrs. Harborough! Where is she?" The old man tried to keep me out. But he was gentle and frail. I forced my way past. I called and ran along a passage, trying doors that opened into the darkness.

At last! A room where a woman sat alone—reading by a shaded light.