"Never mind about that just now," he replied. "Fortunately I was there to save you."
She clung tighter to the strong, sinewy hand that had snatched her back from the brink of hell.
"Oh, Raoul, what would have happened if you hadn't come?" she whispered.
"Well, I did come, so there's nothing more for you to worry about," he said tenderly.
"There's my father. The Sultan has threatened to kill him," she began hysterically.
"You mustn't worry about your father, either. Leave things to me. You may be sure I'll do my best for him, too."
Under the tension of the last few weeks and the final reaction Pansy broke down completely. In a weak, wild manner she started sobbing, almost as if her brain had snapped under the strain and relief.
Evidently Le Breton had expected something of the sort.
Going to a table, he poured some water into a glass and dropped a couple of cachets into it.
When they had melted he came back to the distraught girl.