"Yes."
He came slowly up to me; then, speaking into my face, he said in a hard undertone:
"You have tried to spy upon usand failed. Your companion, George Preston, spied upon ushe is dead. By this time to-morrow"
Without another word he went past me down the corridor. He turned the corner at the end, and a moment later I heard the iron gates of the lift shut with a clatter, and the lift descending.
Just then it was that Dulcie rushed out into the corridor. Catching sight of me, she sprang forward and clung to me, trembling.
"Oh, Mike! Mike!" she cried piteously, "I am so terrified. I have just heard such dreadful thingsMike, your life is in dangeryou must get away from here at once!"
"That's what I am going to do," I said, with an assumption of calmness I was far from feeling. "And you must come with me, my darling. What about your clothes and things? Can you get them packed quickly?"
Still clinging to me, she hesitated.
"II am afraid to go back into that room," she exclaimed at last. "Connie has suddenly turned upon meI believe she can't bear me any more."
"I'm glad to hear that," I answered, intensely relieved at last. Ah, if only the woman had "turned upon" her long before, I thought, how much better it would have been for Dulcie.