A figure seated on the wall turned its head, jumped to the pavement, and came striding swiftly.
"Have you discovered her whereabouts? Good heavens! Where are your clothes, Warner?"
"I've found Philippa. She's waiting below in a boat——"
They ran down the steps while they were speaking, and Philippa cried:
"Is it you, Halkett? I am happy again!" And stretched out her slender bare arm to him, excited, trembling a little from the nervous reaction which now suddenly filled her eyes and set her disfigured mouth quivering.
"Awf'lly glad," said Halkett heartily, clasping her offered hand in his firm cool grip; and if he was astonished at her negligee he did not betray it, but took the oars with decision and sent the boat shooting out into mid-current.
"Philippa," he said, pulling downstream with powerful strokes through the darkness, "I don't know what has happened; Warner got you out of the mess, whatever it was; but what I do know is that you behaved like a brick and I shall never forget it! A soldier's thanks, little comrade, for what you did!"
"I—I am—happy——" she faltered; and her voice failed her. She slid from the stern down against Warner's knees, and buried her face in her bare arms against them.
"Do you think you could spare her your coat, old fellow?" asked Warner in a low voice.
"Of course!" Halkett stripped off his coat and passed it over; then he gave his waistcoat to Warner.