The flashing of the light into her face woke her up.
One moment she seemed confused in mind, and then appeared to recognize her surroundings.
She did not know, could not guess, why she had been brought here at the expense of so much trouble and risk, but she could not but feel certain that it was for the furtherance of some evil design.
She started to a sitting position and glanced at her visitors.
The light of the candle shone across Brown's face, and before he could turn and hide his features in shadow she had recognized him.
"Sir, what have I done to you that you should persecute me thus?" she asked, in a tone that trembled with a mixture of indignation and fear. "I know you; you bought a Herald of me once, and asked my name."
"Curse the luck! I had not intended this," muttered Brown. "All I wanted was to see the girl and make sure he had abducted the right one. Well, since you know me, then, let me ask you a question: What do you know of your early life?"
For a minute Helen was silent.
Why this peculiar question?
Earnestly she gazed at him, but she could find no clew from his face, for he kept it in the shadow.