The slightest untoward action on your part would send you
after--the other two. There is one man here who, I think, will stand
between me and actual peril. Mr. O'Dowd. He is--"
"He is the liveliest liar I've ever known," broke in Barnes quickly.
"Don't trust him."
"But he is also an Irishman," she said, as if that fact overcame all
other shortcomings. "I like him; he must be an honest man, for he has
already lied nobly in MY behalf." She smiled as she uttered this
quaint anomaly.
"Tell me how I can be of service to you," said he, disposing of O'Dowd
with a shrug.
"I shall try to communicate with you in some way--to-morrow. I beg of
you, I implore you, do not desert me. If I can only be sure that you
will--"
"You may depend on me, no matter what happens," said he, and, looking
into her eyes was bound forever.
"I have been thinking," she said. "Yesterday I made the discovery that
I--that I am actually a prisoner here, Mr. Barnes. I--Smile! Say
something silly!"
Together they laughed over the meaningless remark he made in response
to her command.
"I am constantly watched. If I venture outside the house, I am almost
immediately joined by one of these men.
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