“Save yourself,” interrupted Lord Stair,—he took a purse from his pocket and tossed it across the room.
The man groped for it in the shadows.
“There is Lumley’s, the jewelers in the Cannon Gate my lord—he is under great obligations to your lordship—if you would take shelter there.”
“You are a good fellow,” said the Earl. “Go to Lumley—I may follow—the horses are in safety?”
“My lord, yes.”
The man hesitated at the door.
“Your lordship will not try to save some of the things—papers—or plate—?”
Lord Stair laughed, a fierce sound through the darkness:
“No—nothing. What value is any of this to me compared to what I have already lost? Get you gone.”
The servant withdrew and the Earl turned swiftly to Delia.