John spoke over Mrs. Beecher Monmouth's head to the man beyond.
"This is the lady, Davis!"
"Very good, sir!"
"You will take her at once. Put her in a car and drive her to Newport to-night. I have already communicated with the Chief Constable, who has made arrangements to receive her."
He turned his eyes once more, and for the last time in life, on the beautiful woman in the doorway.
CHAPTER XXXIII
"Hallo—what's that?"
A red glare of light saturated the low hanging clouds and suddenly vanished. Close, windless air vibrated under the detonation of heavy artillery. A Sergeant, who had been concealed in the shelter of a stone wall which ran round Captain Cherriton's cottage, turned to the man at his side.
"What d'you reckon it is, Nobby?"
"It must be night practice."