"No. That would make it evident that we were distrustful. Besides, it may be that the people below are not aware that there is no means of locking them out. On the whole, we will not call attention to our defenseless condition."
While they were talking, a step was heard on the stairs—a heavy step, too heavy for the woman. Then came a knock at the door.
Scott opened it.
There stood Red Ralph, holding in his hand a pitcher and glass.
"I have brought you a nightcap," he said. "I had my wife mix some whisky and water. It is good for the stomach. I drink some every night before I go to bed."
"Thank you," returned the earl, politely. "You are very considerate."
He took the pitcher and set it down on the table. Red Ralph lingered a moment, and his eyes wandered about the apartment.
There was nothing to see, however, as the travelers had brought no luggage with them, not expecting to be detained overnight.
"I hope that you will be comfortable," he said, cordially.