"But Ross—you think he is guilty?"
"Who knows? Time alone will tell. And his innocence will be better proved if he is not urged to fly away from the outcome of his actions. I must ask you, too, a favour. Rather, I must exact a promise. Please leave Ross Duggan alone until after to-morrow."
"And then?"
"If I know aught of anything, he will be beyond the power of your assistance—and perhaps not in need of it," he replied quietly. "Here is the Castle. Slip in, now, through that wicket-gate that the tradesmen use, I believe, and get back to the house as quickly as you can. I'll give your orders to the chauffeur."
She got out unsteadily, and then stood looking up at him, her eyes glowing darkly in the frame of her pale, serious face.
"And you won't tell me who you are? Something—somehow—seems familiar about you, but I cannot place it. You won't help me?"
He shook his head.
"Better let this night's doings be buried in the Limbo of Forgotten Things, dear lady," he said, his hand resting for a moment upon her shoulder. "And if you know not who the sharer of your—er—adventure may be, surely it is better that way. Good-night and good-bye. You will keep your promise?"
She gave him a sudden inscrutable look from beneath her dark brows. Then she flung up her head.
"Of course. Thank you for what you have done."