Two drowned rats bowed politely in acknowledgment of Joey's introduction; but the jumpy young man was not looking at them. He was staring at Joey. "Graham--Graham--" he muttered; then suddenly: "I was with the gardeners that night you act in the big hall, and you have the look of him then, Mademoiselle. Was your father a major of the name of Graham?" "Yes, he was; but the Huns killed him with their beastliness to him when he was wounded and a prisoner," Joey said. "You saved my life; I will tell you all I know," the young man said. "When the Professor sent for me to come here, two months ago, Major Graham was _not_ dead, but alive and working in the salt mines at Kochnecht." "_What?_" Joey gasped. "He was reported killed." "Many are reported so, but not all are dead. Some day perhaps a search will find Englishmen left behind in Germany. Your Major Graham is one--I gave him water when he was wounded, and no woman would have pity, and he thanked me and said I was 'a good chap,' and smiled as you smile, Mademoiselle, so I remember him. But the Count that used to shoot at Calgarloch Castle had a spite against your father, and returned him 'killed.'" The tower room swam with Joey for a moment; she felt sick and queer. "I say, you're not going to faint or anything rotten like that, are you?" cried Noreen; "because it's a beastly damp place to do it in." "Don't, Noreen, it's her pater." That was Gabrielle speaking. Joey pulled herself together. "I'm all right--only it's ... it's so heavenly. _Did_ you hear, Father's _alive_!" Noreen seized her round the waist. "Yes, I heard, and it wasn't heartlessness, only you did look funny for a minute. Joey, I _am_ glad; and isn't it queer and topping that everything's gone and happened like this. If there had been no flood, or John had driven us to Deeping Royal as he intended, we should have been up the twin towers with the rest, and you would never have heard this." "And if I hadn't been caught in the sea-roke that Sunday, and known you were down the trap-door, I shouldn't have known where to look for you when you called 'Help!'" Joey said to Jean Corvette. "And if you had not risked your life to rescue me, Mademoiselle Joey, I should never have talked again," he said. "And if we hadn't been Joey's special friends and waited for her at the reservoir, I suppose the old Professor would have got away, and most of this wouldn't have happened," Gabrielle suggested seriously. "We're all very wet, and Matron _will_ be cross to-morrow; but it's all been gloriously worth while." "Hasn't it just!" Joey cried ecstatically. "And now, if Jean doesn't mind, let's get up that ladder. You bet John will be looking out for us as soon as he has settled the Professor, and I know he had some plan when he said he would drive him."