face. He just gave me one look and passed on, but since then I've had to be terribly careful. All the same I've made my plans. All that was needed was her consent to them, and that, until to-night, she has steadily refused to give. However, something worse than usual has broken her down. What he has been doing to her I don't know, I dare not think—but to-night I've got to get her out. I've got to, or never show my face anywhere again. Now I've told you this as quickly as I could. Will you help me?"
Harkness stood up holding out his hand: "Yes," he said, "I will."
"It can be beastly, you know."
"That's all right."
"You don't mind what happens?"
"I don't mind what happens."
"Sportsman."
The two men shook hands. They sat down again. Dunbar spread out a paper on the little green-topped table.
"This is a rough plan of the house," he said. "I can't draw, but I think you can make this out.
"Please forgive this childish drawing," he said again. "It's the best I can do. I think it makes the main things plain. Here's the house, the tower over the sea, the wood, the garden, the high road.
