Part 12 (2/2)
”Down the stairs and out of that door, miss,” he said, ”or the bulls will have you”
She did not ask hiuess She flen the stairs, with tre hands unfastened the lock and stepped into the street It was empty, save for two men, and one of these came forward to meet her with outstretched hands
”Thank God you're safe!” he said ”You weren't there, were you?”
Malcolm Hay was incoherent The detective ith hiirl had co to his instructions, led only to the private dining-room
”Take me away,” she whispered
He put his ar the street
All the time he was in terror lest the police should call her back, and desire hiained Shaftesbury Avenue and a blessed taxicab
”To Israel Kensky,” she said ”I can't go hoave fresh instructions
”I aed to you, Mr Hay,” she faltered and then covered her face with her hands ”Oh, it was dreadful, dreadful!”
”What happened?” he asked
She shook her head Then suddenly:
”No, no, I o hoet into o on to Israel Kensky after you have left ain gave the change of instructions
They reached the hotel at a period whenover their dinner or had gone to the theatre
”I hate leaving you like this,” he said; ”how do I know that you will get in without detection?”
She smiled in spite of her distress
”You're an inventor, aren't you, Mr Hay?” she laughed ”But I am afraid even you could not invent a story which would convince my father if he knew I had been to that horrible place” Presently she said: ”My rooet in without detection I will come to theand wave a handkerchief”
He waited in a fit of apprehension, until presently he saw a light leap up to three s, and her figure appeared There was a flutter of a white handkerchief, and the blinds were drawn Malcole of romance was not wholly dead
To his surprise Kensky had had the news before he reached there
”Is she safe? Is she safe?” asked the old s and hness wrote to et the letter,” said Israel ”They waylaid the o to the Silver Lion--the devils!”
His hand was shaking as he took up the poker to stir the fire