"Let me get out!--you must be a wretch--to take advantage--"

He put his mouth to her ear till it touched. "Your nice Richard
flogged me like a dog! I felt the cuts to the marrow of my damned
soul! Now I've got him in the hollow of this hand! Why, you helped
me! you helped me! That's good! And I've got you, too".

Blackness and swiftness bound her; a dizziness overcame her. Soon
they were by a great pool of gloomy water--Wroxham Broad--where
hern, wild duck, and the mast of the darkling boat brooded among
bulrush; and now in three minutes more the brougham was sweeping
over the lawn of a lonely building, surrounded by walls.

She, peering, saw with joy both lights and a well-dressed man and
woman; and, as the carriage stopped, she sprang out with alacrity,
Frankl with her, still grasping her wrist.

"Sir", she blurted out at once, "you will help me, I know. I am a
poor unfortunate woman--my name is Margaret Hogarth--"

"We know!" said the gentleman, and, approaching Frankl's ear, asked
in Yiddish: "How long has she had her delusion?"

"Only about a week, I think. She may be violent at first, but--"

"Come in, Miss--Hogarth", said the gentleman.

Margaret passed the threshold; the doors closed upon her...