“Hush! Do not say that,” she protested very quietly.
“Why?”
“Because—well, because even though you have escaped, they——” and she hesitated, her lips set as though unable to articulate the truth.
“They what?” I demanded.
“Because, Mr. Biddulph—because, alas! I know these men only too well. You have triumphed; but yours is, I fear, but a short-lived victory. They still intend that you shall die!”
“How do you know that?” I asked quickly.
“Listen,” she said hoarsely. “I will tell you.”