"Are you mad?" she asked; but I could hear her breathing quickly, and I knew that her scorn was assumed. I drew suddenly away from her, and put my hands behind my back. "Go to the cottage if you like," said I. "But I won't answer for what you'll find there." "You set me free?" she cried with eagerness. "Free to go to the cottage. You must promise to come back. Or I'll go to the cottage, if you'll promise to go back to your room and wait till I return." She hesitated, looking again toward where the cottage was; but I had stirred suspicion and disquietude in her. She dared not face what she might find in the cottage. "I'll go back and wait for you," she said. "If I went to the cottage and--and all was well, I'm afraid I shouldn't come back." The tone sounded softer. I would have sworn a smile or a half smile accompanied the words, but it was too dark to be sure; and when I leaned forward to look, Euphrosyne drew back. "Then you mustn't go," said I decisively, "I can't afford to lose you," "But if you let me go, I could let you go," she cried. "Could you? Without asking Constantine? Besides, it's my island, you see." "It's not," she cried, with a stamp of her foot. And without more she walked straight by me and disappeared over the ledge of rock. Two minutes later I saw her figure defined against the sky, a black shadow on the deep gray ground. Then she disappeared. I set my face straight for the cottage under the summit of the hill. I knew that I had only to go straight, and I must come to the little plateau, scooped out of the hillside, on which the cottage stood. I found not a path, but a sort of rough track that led in the desired direction, and along this I made my way very cautiously. At one point it was joined at right angles by another track, from the side of the hill where the main road across the island lay. This, of course, afforded an approach to the cottage without passing by my house. In twenty minutes the cottage loomed, a blurred mass, before me. I fell on my knees and peered at it. There was a light in one of the windows; I crawled nearer. Now I was on the plateau; a moment later I was under the wooden veranda and beneath the window where the light glowed. My hand was on my revolver. If Constantine or Vlacho caught me here, neither side would be able to stand on trifles; even my desire for legality would fail under the strain. But for the minute everything was quiet, and I began to fear that I should have to return empty-handed; for it would be growing light in another hour or so, and I must be gone before the day began to appear. Ah! There was a sound--a sound that appealed to me after my climb--the sound of wine poured into a glass; and then came a voice I knew. "Probably they have caught her," said Vlacho the innkeeper. "What of that? They will not hurt her. And she'll be kept safe." "You mean she can't come spying about here?" "Exactly. And that, my lord, is an advantage. If she came here--"