"You did not expect to find me here?" said Frank, after he had shaken hands warmly with his friend.
"The very last place in which I should have looked for you. How did you come?" He glanced inquiringly at Tamaroo.
"I brought him," replied the old negro. "When you overturned the lamp I drew Mr. Frank away in the darkness. We went to the nearest railway station and came to town. Then did we seek this shelter. The Captain will never think to find us here. What of him?"
"He is furious, and quite at a loss to find you. But--" Eustace glanced at Balkis, where she stood with folded arms staring at Frank with no very pleasant expression.
"There is nothing to fear," she said, guessing Jarman's meaning. "As yet I am not sure if this man killed my Walter."
"I did not," interposed Frank. "I told you so before."
"And I also assured you of his innocence," said Tamaroo, uneasily.
Balkis still continued to glare. "As I say, I am not sure," she declared obstinately. "If you did not kill my Walter you will come to no harm. Here you can stay until I send you out of the place to foreign parts. But if you killed him"--she looked savage--"there will be no escape for you. Now you know!" And with this not very reassuring speech she passed through the door again, shutting it with a clang.
Eustace heard a key turn in the lock and recalled the warning of Mrs. Burl.
"Are we safe here?" he asked Tamaroo, who appeared quite easy in his mind. "I was told that these rooms were dangerous."