Aylmer leaned down and spoke.
"We are going to take you from here," he said. "We are going to lift you. Be prepared."
Landon's groans ceased. His body became suddenly rigid with attention.
"Jack?" he whispered incredulously. "Jack?"
"It is I," said Aylmer gravely. "I—am unhurt."
Landon's face grew yet more distorted.
"Claire?" he muttered eagerly. "Claire—is gone?"
A light gleamed tempestuously in Aylmer's eyes and then as quickly died. His voice was even and restrained.
"She is safe, and well," he said. "She is on her father's yacht."
An inarticulate howl of rage burst from Landon's lips. He rocked himself to and fro; he made as if he would beat his broken hands upon the stones.