"Well, let them come," went on Gerald after a moment's pause. "It will be better so. I am tired of this life of hide-and-seek. Why not end it here and now?"
"No, no!" cried his wife. "Even at this, the eleventh hour, there must surely be some way of escape."
"Even if I were eager to escape, which I am not, I know of none."
"Madame is right," said the Russian in his impressive tones. "There is still one way of escape."
"And that is?"----said Gerald interrogatively.
But before Karovsky could reply, Margery, breathless and dishevelled, burst into the room. "O Muster Geril!--O mum," she exclaimed, "the polis is in the court--four or five of 'em, and I believe they're coming here. But I shut and bolted the door at the bottom of the stairs; and it'll take 'em some time to break that down," added the girl with a chuckle.
Picot, who was on his way downstairs as Margery rushed up, had overheard her words, and he could now be seen dimly outlined on the landing, his eyes piercing the obscurity like two points of flame; but for the moment no one observed him.
[CHAPTER XI.]
No one spoke for a moment or two after Margery had blurted out her news. Then for the second time Karovsky said: "There is still one way of escape open to you."
And that is?"----said Gerald again.