In a gaunt west-looking bedroom, the one in which Heritage and Dickson had camped the night before, they opened a fold of the shutters and looked out into a world of grey wrack and driving rain. The Tower roof showed mistily beyond the ridge of down, but its environs were not in their prospect. The lower regions of the House had been gloomy enough, but this bleak place with its drab outlook struck a chill to Sir Archie's soul. He dolefully lit a cigarette. "This is a pretty rotten show for you," he told her. "It strikes me as a rather unpleasant brand of nightmare." "I have been living with nightmares for three years," she said wearily. He cast his eyes round the room. "I think the Kennedys were mad to build this confounded barrack. I've always disliked it, and old Quentin hadn't any use for it either. Cold, cheerless, raw monstrosity! It hasn't been a very giddy place for you, Princess." "It has been my prison, when I hoped it would be a sanctuary. But it may yet be my salvation." "I'm sure I hope so. I say, you must be jolly hungry. I don't suppose there's any chance of tea for you." She shook her head. She was looking fixedly at the Tower, as if she expected something to appear there, and he followed her eyes. "Rum old shell, that. Quentin used to keep all kinds of live stock there, and when we were boys it was our castle where we played at bein' robber chiefs. It'll be dashed queer if the real thing should turn up this time. I suppose McCunn's Poet is roostin' there all by his lone. Can't say I envy him his job." Suddenly she caught his arm. "I see a man," she whispered. "There! He is behind those far bushes. There is his head again!" It was clearly a man, but he presently disappeared, for he had come round by the south end of the House, past the stables, and had now gone over the ridge. "The cut of his jib is uncommonly like Loudon, the factor. I thought McCunn had stretched him on a bed of pain. Lord, if this thing should turn out a farce, I simply can't face Loudon.... I say, Princess, you don't suppose by any chance that McCunn's a little bit wrong in the head?" She turned her candid eyes on him. "You are in a very doubting mood."