"You're sure it won't—kill?"
"I give you my word. Now, please,—at once." He went over to the door and unlocked it. "Come!"
She joined him. "Oh, yes, I know exactly what to do," she said, answering a question.
"Very well." He returned to the hearth. "Now I'm going to ring for Mr.
Caw…. There!"
She opened the door and slipped out. At the rail directly over the foot of the stair she took her stand.
Ere long she heard a door in the distance open and shut. Then she heard
Caw coming along the passage leading from the kitchen premises….
As Caw placed his foot on the first step, something bright flashed down within a yard of his eyes and burst on the stair with a slight report.
When Bullard looked over, a moment later, he nodded and said: "That's all right. He won't stir for fifteen minutes, anyway, and I hope I shan't need five."
It then appeared necessary to conduct Mrs. Lancaster back to her room and administer to her what remained in the tiny gold flask.