“Carry him to the boat.”
“Suppose he shouts for help?”
“Gag him. But he can’t shout. Off you go!”
The four men stood up, bearing on their shoulders a burden which looked like a great bundle of linen. Leonard came to Josephine.
“Aren’t you coming with us?” he asked.
“No.”
“Why not?”
“I told you: I’m waiting for Dominique.”
She lit the lamp and raised the shade of it.
“How pale you’re looking,” he said in a low voice.