"I do believe it," he said gratefully. "I am glad enough to have a friend in this dismal place."
"Then let me help you," she said eagerly. "Something tells me you have hidden that paper. I warn you if it is still in existence, it will be found. Can I get it for you?"
Anthony Trent did not answer for a moment. The thought that there yet might be a way of getting the treaty draft to Lord Rosecarrel almost made speech an effort. If that were done with what energy and hope might he not bend his skill to means of escape!
"I should be putting my honor in your keeping," he said slowly.
Her face fell.
"And you dare not trust me?"
It was caution which had saved Anthony Trent a hundred times before and he hesitated just a moment now. Then he looked at Pauline again and was convinced of her sincerity. And, after all, no better way presented itself.
"I will trust you," he said, "but can you find out the place where they captured me?"
"I know it already," she said, "it is the farm of Zencsi and lies no more than thirty miles away."
"Thirty!" he cried, "I thought it was twice that distance."