"Woman?" Ravenspur cried. "Impossible!"
"Not in the least," Ralph said coolly. "I picked her up, she was unconscious. My medical knowledge, picked up in all parts of the world, told me that the woman was suffering from some physical shock. That she was not in any danger her steady pulse showed. I placed her on the bed in the blue room."
"And there she is now?" Marion exclaimed.
"So far as I know," Ralph replied. "What she was doing here I haven't the slightest idea."
"And you don't know who she is?" Mrs. Gordon asked.
"How should I? I am blind. I should say that the woman was up to no good here; but I dare say it is possible that she has some decent excuse. On the other hand, she might be one of our deadly foes. Anyway, there she is, and there she is likely to be for some time to come."
Marion rose to her feet.
"Uncle Ralph," she said, "I feel that I could shake you. Have you no feeling?"
"We can't all have your tender heart," Ralph said meekly.
Marion ignored the compliment. She took up the decanter and poured out a glass of wine.