She raised a little gold whistle to her lips, and its pealing summons rang through the room.

Fenn dropped his mask and glanced towards Bright.

His face was livid.
"Who's outside ?" he demanded.
"The Bishop and Mr.Furley.Great though my confidence is in you both, I scarcely ventured to come here alone." The approaching footsteps were plainly audible.

Fenn shrugged his shoulders with a desperate attempt at carelessness.
"I don't know what is in your mind, Miss Abbeway," he said.

"You can scarcely believe that you, at any rate, were in danger at our hands." "I would not trust you a yard," she replied fiercely.