the bridge. Thou'lt not give me a kiss before Oi go—eh, lass?"
"Dost think I'm in the mood for kissing?" retorted Ann, sharply.
And it was abundantly clear that she got rid of her too obtrusive admirer with the physical violence he professed to admire so much; for Tregenna heard a sort of scuffling going on, and then Ben's tread and his voice were heard no more; but the door was opened, letting in a rush of cold air, and then slammed with great force.
Ann did not at once follow her admirer to take up her own allotted share in the search for the spy. Tregenna heard her somewhat heavy tread in the great kitchen, as if she were slowly pacing up and down at the end of the room near the fireplace.
Should he disclose himself to her, to this enigmatical woman with the calm manner and the fierce heart? Or should he wait and watch the course of events, hoping for a chance of escape?
As he put this question to himself, he heard a door open in the corridor above, and saw the glimmer of a rushlight reflected on the ceiling.
