Streuss, not for the first time, moved to the window and drawing
aside the curtains looked down into the street.

"Will he come - this Englishman?" he muttered. "Has he courage?"

"More courage than you who keep a girl here against her will!" Zoe
panted, looking at him defiantly. "More courage than my poor
brother, who stands there like a coward!"

"Shut up, Zoe!" Morrison exclaimed harshly. "There is nothing for
you to be furious about or frightened. No one wants to ill-treat
you. These gentlemen all want to behave kindly to us. It is
Laverick they want."

"And you," she cried, "are content to stand by and let him walk
into a trap - you let them even use my name to bring him here!
Arthur, be a man! Have nothing more to do with them. Help me to
get away from this place. Call out. Do something instead of
standing there and wasting the precious minutes."

He came towards her - ugly and threatening.

"I'll do something in a minute," he declared savagely, - "something
you won't like, either. Keep your mouth shut, I tell you. It's me
or him, and, by Heavens, he deserves what he'll get!"

Streuss turned away from the window and looked towards Zoe.

"Young lady," he said quietly, "let me beg you not to distress