He opened the door, passed out. Byan retreated after him, flashing one of his pathetically sweet, floating smiles. Susannah looked up now, followed their movements as the felon must follow the movements of the man with the rope. O'Hearn had been standing close to Susannah, his veiling lashes down. He fell in behind the other two. But before he joined the file, those lashes came up in a quick glance which stabbed Susannah. His hand came up too. He was pointing to the window. And then he spoke two words in a whisper so low that they carried only to the ears of Susannah, scarce three feet away--so low that she could not have made them out but for the exaggerated, expressive movement of his lips. "Skylight--quick--" he said. He made for the door in the wake of the other two. For the fraction of an instant Susannah did not comprehend. And then suddenly one of those little intuitive blows which she was always receiving and ignoring gave, on the hard surface of her mind, a faint tap. This time, she was conscious of it. This time, she trusted it instantly. This time, it told her what to do. "I'll be with you as soon as I get dolled up," she called. "That's right," came the suave voice of Warner from the hall. She closed the door. She listened while two sets of footsteps descended the stairs. She heard a third set, which must be O'Hearn's, retreat for a few paces and then stop. She fell swiftly to work. She put on her hat and cape. She took the miniature, thumbtack and all, from the wall, and put it in her wrist bag. "Help me, Glorious Lutie," she called from the depths of her soul. "Help me! Help me! Help me! I'm lost if you don't help me! I can't do it any more alone." VII When Lindsay pulled back from the quiet gray void which had enshrouded him, he was lying on the grass. Far, far away, as though pasted against the brilliant blue sky, was a face. Gradually the sky receded. The face came nearer. It topped, he gradually gathered, the tiny slender black-silk figure of a little old lady. "Do you feel all right now?" it asked. Lindsay wished that she would not question him. He was immensely preoccupied with what seemed essentially private matters. But the instinct of courtesy prodded him. "Very much, thank you," he answered weakly. He closed his eyes again. He became conscious of a wet cloth sopping his forehead and cheeks. A breeze tingled on the bare flesh of his neck and chest. He opened his eyes again; sat up. "Do you mean to tell me I fainted?" he demanded with his customary vigor. "That's exactly what you did, young man," the old lady answered. "The instant you looked at me! I was setting with my back to the door. You could have knocked me down with a feather, when you fell over backwards." "Have I been out long?" "Not more'n a moment. I flaxed around and got some water and brought you to in a jiffy. You ain't an invalid, are you?"