"You must be. But don't you find it rather hot in there? Can I turn on the electric fan?" "I've been making good resolutions to pass the time." "Hurray! So've I. I'm going to give up ferns. And you can tell me yours as we go along." "Go along?" "Yes, my dear. Didn't I tell you I was a highwayman? I only left York two hours ago." "Quick going." "Yes, I came by the boat train, with Black Bess in a horse-box. And now I'm going to abduct you, Eve. Your soul's not your own when you're up against High Toby. I have a pistol in my holster, a cloak on my back, and a price on my head. My enemies call me Red Nat, me friends--" I paused. "What do your friends call you?" "Adam," said I. "Let's see. You'll have to get out on the near side, won't you? Wait a moment." I plunged round the back of the car and opened the door. Certainly it was terribly cold. While we had been talking, she had been leaning against the side of the tilted car, with her face close to the inch and a half of open window. Except for an occasional flash, which had showed where her eyes were, I had not seen her at all. Expectantly I raised the lamp and peered into the limousine. Out of a huge fur rug a solitary eye regarded me steadily. "Only one eye?" I said. "How sad. How did it happen?" The solitary eye went out, and then reappeared with a fellow. "You remind me of the North Foreland," said I. "That's an intermittent light, isn't it? Two winks and a blink every ten seconds." "I didn't wink." This in a plainly indignant, if muffled tone--too muffled for me. So: "I beg your pardon," said I. A little hand appeared and pulled the rug away from a small white nose and a mouth whose lips were paler than they should be. But it was a dear mouth. "I said I didn't wink." "So you did. I don't mean you did, you know. I mean, I know you said you didn't. I'm not sure I've got it right now." "Never mind. I've only one brain, and at this hour of night--" "The vitality of the human frame is at its lowest ebb. Exactly. That's why you must let me get you out of this as quick as possible." "Oh, but I don't think--I mean--" "My dear Eve, I know you come of an old-fashioned family--look at your father--but Convention's going by the board to-night. I'm staying at an inn about nine miles away. We'll be there under the half-hour. There's supper and a fire waiting for us, Why, yes, and you can have Jill's room. Of course, there'll be a fire there, too, and everything ready. You see--" Hurriedly I explained the situation. When I had finished: "But what'll the inn people think?" she said, with big eyes. "Oh, hang the inn people?" "And supposing it got out?" "I think the proceedings at the inquest would read worse, my dear. Get up and come along at once." "Oh, but you know I can't." "You must. I'm serious. You'll die if you stop here much longer, my dear child. Do you realize how cold it really is?"