I don't know why, but I am.' 'Don't betray State secrets,' she warned him, smiling into his face.
But just then the door of the room was unceremoniously opened.
'Go right in,' said a voice sharply.

It was Theodore Racksole's.

Two men entered, bearing a prone form on a stretcher, and Racksole followed them.
Nella sprang up.

Racksole stared to see his daughter.
'I didn't know you were in here, Nell.

Here,' to the two men, 'out again.' 'Why!' exclaimed Nella, gazing fearfully at the form on the stretcher, 'it's Mr Dimmock!' 'It is,' her father acquiesced.