"Because he and I had our own plans. The one evidence he wanted was Norice. If she would come to him in his danger, and in spite of his killing the man, good. If not, then he would die. Well, I went to find her and fetch her. I found her. There was no way to send word, so we had to come on as fast as we could. We have come just in time."
"Do you mean to say, Pierre, that she's here?" said Gohawk.
Pierre waved his hand emphatically. "And so we came on with a pardon."
Every man was on his feet, every man's tongue was loosed, and each ordered liquor for Pierre, and asked him where the girl was. Freddy Tarlton wrung his hand, and called a boy to go to his rooms and bring three bottles of wine, which he had kept for two years, to drink when he had won his first big case.
Gohawk was importunate. "Where is the girl, Pierre?" he urged.
"Such a fool as you are, Gohawk! She is with her father."
A half-hour later, in a large sitting-room, Freddy Tarlton was making eloquent toasts over the wine. As they all stood drinking to Pierre, the door opened from the hall-way, and Malachi stood before them. At his shoulder was a face, wistful, worn, yet with a kind of happiness too; and the eyes had depths which any man might be glad to drown his heart in.
Malachi stood still, not speaking, and an awe or awkwardness fell on the group at the table.
But Norice stepped forward a little, and said: "May we come in?"
In an instant Freddy Tarlton was by her side, and had her by the hand, her and her father, drawing them over.