She laughed again with gay insouciance. "Haven't I given you a splendid evening's entertainment? Well, it's all over now, and the curtain's down. Let's go!"
She turned with her hand in his and led him back to the turret-door.
Reaching it, he sought to detain her. "You'll never do it again?
Promise—promise!"
"I won't promise anything," she said lightly.
"Ah, but you must!" he insisted. "Toby, you might have killed yourself."
Her laugh suddenly had a mocking sound. "Oh, no! I shall never kill myself on Lord Saltash's premises," she said.
"Why do you say that?" questioned Bunny.
"Because—que voulez-vous?—he would want me neither dead nor alive," she made reckless answer.
"A good thing too!" declared Bunny stoutly.
The echoes of Toby's laughter as she went down the chill, dark stairway had an eerie quality that sent an odd shiver through his heart. Somehow it made him think of the unquiet spirit that was said to haunt the place—a spirit that wandered alone—always alone—in the utter desolation.