transfixed. Almer, first to recover his calmness, motioned Woodhouse through the door to the dining-room. When his companion had disappeared, he stepped to the door and cautiously asked: "Who knocks?"
An answer came that caused him to shoot back the bolts and thrust out his head. A message was hurriedly whispered into his ear. The Splendide's proprietor withdrew his head and slipped the bolt home again. His face was a thundercloud as he summoned Woodhouse; his breath came in wheezy gasps.
"My Arab boy comes to the door just now to tell me of Louisa's fate; she has been arrested," he said.
"Come, Almer! I am going to the signal tower—there is still time for us to strike."
Out on to Waterport Street leaped Woodhouse, and the door closed behind him.
