“Home, dear.”
“Home? Oh, thank Heaven!”
They all heard her, and even the detective was constrained to say:
“Poor thing, she needn’t have been afraid. She is suffering for some one else.”
Sir Charles Dyke grasped Bruce’s arm.
“What on earth is going on?” he said.
“Merely a foolish woman worrying herself about others,” replied Bruce grimly.
“But those people were my old friends, Mensmore and his sister?”
“Yes.”
“What are they doing here?”