“You can’t get out of the basement,” bawled the prisoner. “The stair-door’s locked, and he took the key with him.”
“Very well. Our friends will be here in the morning”, Kitty retorted brazenly, “and I don’t think you’ll ever see your master again, unless in the police court.”
The woman began to whine.
“Hold your tongue,” said Kitty, and left her.
She ran to the place where she had seen Colin. Through the bars she beheld him huddled on the sofa. A large earthenware jug lay smashed in a pool on the floor.
With her heart overflowing, her eyes half blind with tears, she tore back the bolt. He did not move at her entrance, not even when she fell on her knees beside him.
“Oh, Colin, Colin!”
His hands fell from his white, pinched face and tired eyes. He regarded her in a vague fashion.
“Kitty,” he said dreamily, “by any beautiful chance, did you mean what you said about your lips?”
And then it seemed the most natural thing in the world that they should be in each other’s arms.