"Henry," Joyce called; and, shouldering his broom, the man came with slow but sure steps up to the level gravel path under the windows. "Will you come round with me and see that all the doors and windows on the ground-floor are safely closed and barred, and the gate locked at the bottom of the garden?"
She turned back a moment, and taking a shawl from the hall, threw it over her head.
"Bars and doors won't keep 'em out if they've a mind to get in," said Henry; "the din is getting louder and louder. When will the master be back, ma'am?"
"I don't know quite. Yes," she said, "this door is safe; and I wonder how anyone could have climbed that wall?"
Henry looked curiously at her.
"Somebody did climb it," he said, "for I found great footmarks here a week ago, and showed 'em to the master."
Joyce knew well enough whose footprints they were, but she said nothing.
"I should like you to come into the cellar with me, Henry," she said, turning to retrace her steps; and Falcon shouted from his watch-tower:
"They are making a greater noise than ever, mother, and I see such lots and lots of people on the quay. Come up, mother."
"I am coming very soon, dear," she said.