“Yes. I could hear everything.”
“Listen!” said Humphrey, quickly. “You are Mistress Greenheys?”
“Yes.”
“And you love Dennis Kelly?”
There was silence.
“You need not fear me. I know your history,” continued Humphrey. “You are, like myself, a prisoner and in the power of that black-looking lieutenant.”
There was a piteous sigh here, and then came with a sob—
“I am a miserable slave, sir.”
“Yes, yes, I know. Then look here, can we not all escape together?”
“Escape, sir! How?”