"Then I shall do my best to save you." He reflected. Perhaps it would be leaping from the frying-pan into the fire. "Just a moment, please. How am I to know that I am bettering my position by accepting liberty at your hands." "Oho! You fear that I may want to marry you against your will? Is that it? Well, the instant you are free you shall be at liberty to go whither you please and to marry whosoever pleases you. Is that fair enough?" "Forgive me for doubting you. But how are you to effect a rescue? I am guarded by powerful women who would make short work of you in combat. I can see that you are slight. They are huge, well-armed creatures. Are you--" "Don't worry about me," she whispered eagerly. "I can take care of myself. And now, be patient. I must leave you. The only way to release you seems to be through the house itself. I have no saw or file, but wait! There is a saw and file in the tool box on my machine. How stupid of me! I'll be back in a jiffy. Don't lose heart." She went rapidly down the ladder. He bethought himself when too late and lighted the gas. His watch showed him that it was two o'clock. Vastly excited and strangely revived, he awaited her return, praying that she might not be intercepted by the minions of Elinor Crouch. An hour passed. He was about to give up in despair, confident that she had been summarily dealt with by the eagle-eyed Quinlan, when stealthy sounds came to his ears from the landing outside his door. A key was gently inserted in the lock. He prepared to defend himself by grasping the small rocker in his weak, trembling hands. The door opened a few inches, then swung wide. Instead of Elinor Crouch or her hirelings on the threshold stood the lithe, graceful figure of a girl in a grey motoring suit. She sprang into the room. The goggles were no longer in evidence, but the green veil hid her features quite completely. "Quick! Follow me! I have accounted for the tall woman who stood guard on the stairway. We must get away before the others discover her body." "Good God! Have you killed her?" "I hope not. Just a little tap on the head with this wrench, that's all. She'll come out of it all right. Hurry! I've got a couple of friends watching outside. They'll give the alarm if we fail to appear at once." "Men? Thank heaven!" "No! Women! What good are men at a time like this? Merciful--are you going to faint?" He sank to the floor with a groan, and the chair clattered against the wall with a noise that must have been heard throughout the house. When he opened his eyes again, his head was pillowed on her knees and she was wildly whispering words of love and encouragement to him. "My darling, speak to me. I am here to save you! Open your eyes. Look at me! Don't--Oh, thank Heaven! You are alive!" He looked up into the now uncovered face and an expression of utter bewilderment grew in his eyes.