"No doubt," I returned grimly. "But that's scarcely the point just now, is it? You can leave me to deal with them--`friends' as you call them-- or foes. What, dearest, I want to hear from you is this"--and I smiled into her eyes--"On what mad pretext were you lured here? How did you, of all the sweet and helpful souls on God's earth, come to learn that I had been kidnapped--" "Father told me," she replied, with a blush--and she bent her head. "Colonel Napier! Your father told you," I ejaculated. "But how in the name of fate did he come to be mixed up in this affair, which may end anywhere--even an assize court." "Lord Fotheringay came and had a private chat with him in our flat at Whitehall Court," she explained. "That was about half-an-hour ago. I don't know, of course, what passed between them, but suddenly father came to me and said that you were in great danger and had been rescued by Mr Zouche's cleverness and the earl's quickness. He added, too, that somehow you had mixed yourself up in some terrible conspiracy which he had promised the earl, when he told him about it in confidence, that he would not reveal to a soul, but that I might, if I cared for you as much as ever, and did really wish to help you, take a hansom here and release you from this cellar and tell you from him that, whatever you do, you must instantly drop all connection with some man he called Jose Casteno?" "Thanks, but that's not enough," I answered hotly. "The truth is, I've undertaken certain work for Casteno, and I shall carry it through. Believe me that, after all has been said and explained, it is Colonel Napier who has been made a puppet and not myself." "Yes," I went on; "I mean Lord Fotheringay and Peter Zouche," and I saw the girl start and her face blanch. "Bah! you can never know what they have dared to do to me." And in a few graphic but incisive sentences I recounted to her all my humiliating and baffling experiences in the mart that afternoon. "But perhaps," suggested Doris timidly when I had finished my passionate outburst, "they did not mean anything unkind to you after all. Look at the affair outside yourself. Perhaps great issues hang on the recovery of those three old manuscripts, and it is really you who are, as they assert, being made a tool of--to ruin them." "I don't care whether I am or not." I retorted savagely, pulling my hat tightly across my temples. "I have seen Casteno, and I, who am usually reputed a fine judge of character by voice and face, like him, and I shall not cease my association with him until I prove conclusively that he is not worthy of my trust or assistance.