Coningsby moved suddenly with a frantic oath, and gripped him by the shoulder. The blood was coming back to his face in livid patches; his eyes were terrible.
"Go on!" he said thickly. "Out with it! Tell me all you know!"
He towered over Carey. There was violence in his grip, but Carey did not seem to notice. He faced the giant with absolute composure.
"I can tell you no more," he said. "I knew she was saved, because I was saved with her. But she left Brittany while I was still too ill to move."
"You must know more than that!" shouted Coningsby, losing all control of himself, and shaking his informant furiously by the shoulder. "If she was saved, how did she come to be reported missing?"
For a single instant Carey hesitated; then, with steady eyes upon the bloated face above him, he made quiet reply:
"Her name was among the missing by her own contrivance. Doubtless she had her reasons."
Coningsby's face suddenly changed: his eyes shone red.
"You helped her!" he snarled, and lifted a clenched fist.
Carey's maimed hand came quietly into view, and closed upon the man's wrist.