Lenise Elroy had seen Hector's face at the window, just a glimpse, but sufficient to frighten her. She thought she recognized him, then wondered why she had been such a fool; he was safe in Dartmoor, and not likely to come out again. At the same time she could not get rid of the impression, nor could she make an excuse for her sudden alarm. She came to Torquay with Denyer at his request; he said he wanted a change, and her society. There was no question of love on his side, although Lenise was a handsome woman, but he was to a certain extent infatuated with her, and proud of being seen in her company. What her feelings were toward him she hardly knew. She was at a critical age, when a woman sometimes loses her head over a man much younger than herself. She would have been very sorry to lose Denyer's friendship, but she had no intention of letting her inclinations run away with her common sense. She kept on the right side, there was nothing wrong between them; they were familiar, but it had been carried no farther, and she was determined to be his wife, if she wished--at present she did not wish it. She tormented him, but at the same time attracted him; moreover, she was useful to him. She had a settled income, he had not; occasionally he found himself short of money, hard up. She helped him, he pocketed the cash and felt grateful for a few days. She did not despise him for taking the money from her; she wished to bind him to her, and this was a sure way. It was during her brief stay at Torquay that Lenise Elroy came across Brack. She was fond of the sea, had a liking for rowing in small boats. "Can't understand what you see in 'em," said Denyer; "beastly cockly things, might go over at any moment." "Well, I do like them, and I'm not going to explain why. If you don't care to go out, stay here until I come back; I'm going to have a row round the men-of-war," she said. "Please yourself, but it's a waste of time. Why not go for a motor drive instead?" "I prefer the row; you take the motor." "I will. Brady's doing business, so I'll take his wife for a spin; she's good company." "Very," said Lenise. "She's not at all a bad sort." She knew very well Mrs. Brady would not go out alone with him; if he didn't know it, he was not quite so wide awake as she imagined. She went to the harbor, and, seeing Brack, took a fancy to him. "Want to go for a row?" he asked. "Yes, round the warships." "I'm yer man. I get a lot of patronage from ladies; they're safe with me, I'm a steady goin' old 'un." He took his blackened pipe out of his mouth and slipped it into his pocket. "This is my boat, _The Dart_," he said. "Wait till I put the cushion right for you." She got in. Brack thought what a handsome woman she was. He was about to push off when he looked up and saw Carl Hackler. "So yer here still, messin' about! Wonder yer not tired of it," he said. "I am," said Carl. "Dead tired of it! Nothing can be done here. My belief is he's dead."