"Perhaps you think that when I am there it would be very easy to dispose of me, so that I shall ask no more inconvenient questions.

Never mind.

I am not afraid.

I will go with you." Cecil shrugged his shoulders as he led the way across the hall.
"There is nothing to fear," he said, "except the bad air and the ghosts of smugglers, if you are superstitious enough to fear them.

Only, when you are perfectly satisfied, and you are convinced that your errand here has been fruitless, perhaps I may have something to say." The girl's lips parted.