Like a hunted deer the young man ran up one court and down another, stumbling now and again half from exhaustion and half from the greasy mud covered stones.

He could hear his pursuers coming nearer and nearer, but his strength was gone.

He dragged himself a few steps further and staggered into a doorway, sinking on the steps in an almost fainting condition.
The next moment the door behind him opened, a hand gripped his shoulder and a woman's voice whispered:-- "Come inside.

Make haste before you're seen." The young man raised his head.

He was dimly conscious of a handsome face, of a pair of bold eyes staring into his.
"Come.