"You have broken an arm?" she said quickly.
"It is not so bad as that, Miss Morland," I answered. "I got a scrape on the shoulder and the fall dazed me."
I was now on my feet again, and Barraclough dropped me into a chair. "They got in by the windows of the music-room," I said.
"Yes," he assented. "Ellison and Jackson ran up from the saloon on the alarm, apparently just in time to meet the rush. Ellison's bad—bullet in the groin."
"I must see to him," I said, struggling up. A hand pressed me gently on the shoulder, and even so I winced with pain.
"You must not go yet," said the Princess. "There is yourself to consider. You are not fit."
I looked past her towards the windows, some of which had been unbarred in the conflict.
"I fear I can't afford to be an invalid," I said. "There is so much to do. I will lie up presently, Miss Morland. If Sir John will be good enough to get me my bag, which is in the ante-chamber, I think I can make up on what I have."
Barraclough departed silently, and I was alone with the Princess.
"I did not come," I said. "I betrayed my trust."