"Your face, boy" she whispered, as he took her in his arms, regardless of the other; "your poor old face! Oh! that brute, Lakington!"
Hugh grinned.
"It's something to know, old thing," he remarked cheerily, "that anything could damage it. Personally I have always thought that any change on it must be for the better."
He laughed gently, and for a moment she clung to him, unmindful of how he had got to her, glorying only in the fact that he had. It seemed to her that there was nothing which this wonderful man of hers couldn't manage; and now, blindly trusting, she waited to be told what to do. The nightmare was over; Hugh was with her….
"Where's your father, dear?" he asked her after a little pause.
"In the dining-room, I think," she answered with a shiver, and Hugh nodded gravely.
"Are there any cars outside?" He turned to the American.
"Yours," answered that worthy, still keeping his eyes fixed on his prisoner's face, which had now turned a sickly green.
"And mine is hidden behind Miss Benton's greenhouse unless they've moved it," remarked Algy.
"Good," said Hugh. "Algy, take Miss Benton and her father up to Half Moon Street—at once. Then come back here."
"But Hugh—" began the girl appealingly.
"At once, dear, please." He smiled at her tenderly, but his tone was decided. "This is going to be no
