He indicated the way and Marion proceeded without further protest. She felt like a condemned criminal when the sentence is pronounced. Certain things were coming to an end. A long period of suspense and anxiety was nearly finished. How it was going to end Marion neither knew nor cared. But she did know that the woman who was known as Mrs. May was doomed. Not another word passed until the foot of the cliffs was reached. It was no easy matter to get down in the dark, but it was managed at length. It was near the lonely spot where Geoffrey's stranded boat had been found. For days together nobody came here and Marion could not console herself with the fact that she would be rescued. Not that she much cared; indeed, it was a matter of indifference to her what happened. Abell was polite and attentive. He indicated a pile of rugs and wraps; if Miss Ravenspur wanted anything she had only to call out and it would be supplied immediately. "I wanted nothing but to rest," Marion said wearily. "I am tired out. I feel as if I could sleep for a thousand years. I am so exhausted mentally that I have no astonishment to find myself in this strange situation." Abell bowed and retired. The night was warm and the cave, being above any, even the high spring tides, was dry. Marion flung herself down upon the pile of wraps and almost at once fell fast asleep. When she came to herself again the sun was shining high. Outside Abell was pacing the sands. Marion called to him. "I want some breakfast," she said, "and then I should like to have a talk with you. If only I had a looking glass." "You don't need one," Abell said respectfully if admiringly. "Still, that has been thought of. There is a looking glass in the corner." Marion smiled despite herself. She found the glass and propped it up before her. There was no cause for alarm. She looked as neat and fresh as if she had just made a due and elaborate toilette. Geoffrey was fond of saying that after a football match Marion would have remained as neat and tidy as ever. She ate her breakfast heartily--good tea, with eggs, and bread-and-butter and strawberries. "Do you want anything more?" asked Abell, looking in. "Nothing, except my liberty," Marion replied. "You may come in and smoke if you like. How long are you going to detain me here?" "Four-and-twenty hours." "But I shall be missed. They will search for me. By this time, of course, they are hunting all over the place for me. They will come here----" "I think not," Abell said politely. "It is too near home. Nobody would dream of looking for you in a cave close to the castle. We thought of all that. They will not look for you for other reasons." Marion glanced swiftly at the speaker. "How could you prevent them?" she demanded. Abell puffed airily at his cigarette. He smiled pleasantly.