"They would have killed me if you hadn't come!" she gasped.
E. Eliot thought quickly.
"Stand here in the shadow of the fence till I come back," she said. "It will be all right. I've got to run into the office and send a telephone message. I have a pal there who will let me do it."
"You—you won't be long?"
It was clear that the nerve of Mrs. Remington was quite gone.
"I won't be gone five minutes."
E. Eliot was as good as her word.
When she returned she seized the stool on which her companion had made her maiden speech—ran to the wall, placed it at the spot where she had made her entrance and urged Geneviève to climb up and drop over; as she obeyed, E. Eliot mounted beside her. They dropped off, almost at the same moment—into arms upheld to catch them.
Geneviève screamed, and was promptly choked. "What'll we do with this extra one?" asked a hoarse voice.
"Bring her. There's no time to waste now. If ye yell again, ye'll both be strangled," the second speaker added as he led the way toward the road, where the dimmed lights of a motor car shone.