"Yes, Miss Corbin."
"Then go at once; the train will reach here before many more minutes, and you must not miss it."
Drevenoff took his hat and went out without any further words. And as the door closed after him, Ashton-Kirk arose, rather unsteadily.
"If that is the last train to the city," he said to Stella, "I fear that I, also, must make it."
The girl inclined her head ever so little, but said nothing. However, the old servant spoke.
"It is a good walk to the station," she said, "and hurt as you are you could not get there in time. Another thing, it is much better that you should rest for a little. To exert yourself now might start your wound bleeding once more, as I have not yet properly bandaged it."
"You may be right," said the secret agent, and his eyes sought those of the girl. But if he expected her to agree with the old servant he was much mistaken; her face was set, and rather pale; her hands, as she trifled with a brooch at her throat, trembled.
There was a pause; then, as she did not speak, the old servant, who had been watching her fixedly, said:
"Miss Corbin will be pleased to have you stay until morning, of course."
Still the girl's expression did not change, and still she said nothing.