“It is worth trying. Help! help! help!” he shouted. “Police! Murder! Help us here! Help! help! help!”
“It is useless,” she said. “When I cried, they drew the doors across; these doors are sound-proof.”
“Let us save our breath for the present,” he said. “The streets are deserted now. We will shout later, when there are more people stirring.”
She did not answer immediately; she thought and he knew that she thought, that there might not be a “later” for him. He put a strain upon his bonds to test them. His legs were tightly lashed, his arms were secure; his body was chained to the stake and that chain was racked.
“Mr. Harker,” Margarita said, “is there any chance of the men of your ship coming to look for you?”
“No,” he said, “next to none. My ship is lost. People may enquire for me presently.”
After a silence Margarita asked:
“Did my brother say if the police were searching for me?”
“Yes, indeed, Miss Kingsborough, you are being sought for everywhere, and the police have been warned.”
“Have you any faith in the police?”