Geoffrey retired upwards without further words. In the basement of the castle he found Tchigorsky and Ralph Ravenspur. "They managed to elude you?" asked the former. Geoffrey pointed to the ugly bruise on the side of his head. "Yes," he said, "they both got away. But for this bit of an accident fighting in the dark I might have captured the dusky conspirator." "Rather you had not, on the whole," Ralph said. "Something gave them the alarm as they reached the passages. Of course their idea was to murder some or all of us in our beds, and our idea was to take them in the act. But they got the alarm and vanished. One of the fellows attacked me in the shrubbery just before dark, but I fancy he will not do it again." "I saw him," said Geoffrey. "He came to Mrs. May's for assistance. She pretended that I was mistaken, but she had to give in at last when circumstances became too strong for her. How did you manage to deal him that blow on the head, uncle?" Ralph smiled grimly. "I have my own means of protection," he said. "What became of the fellow?" Geoffrey explained all that had happened during and after the dinner at Jessop's farm. His two listeners followed his statement with flattering interest. Yet all the time Geoffrey was listening intently for signs of Marion. Was she still in the vaults or had she managed to slip away to her bedroom? The thought of the delicate girl down there in the darkness and cold was by no means pleasant. "We have managed to make a mess of it to-night," said Ralph. "How those people contrived to discover that there was danger afoot I can't understand. But one thing is certain, they will not be content to leave things as they are. They may try the same thing again or their efforts may take a new and more ingenious direction." "Which direction we shall discover," said Tchigorsky. "Can you let me out here, or shall I go by the same means that I entered?" To Geoffrey's relief Ralph volunteered to open the hall door for his friend. "Come this way," he said. "All the bolts and bars have been oiled and will make no noise." They slipped away quietly together. Geoffrey listened intently. He fancied that he could hear footsteps creeping up the stairs, and in the corridor a door softly closed. Then Ralph Ravenspur came back again. "Tchigorsky has gone," he said. "After this it will be necessary for us to vary our plan of campaign a little. You have learned something to-night. You know now that our antagonists are two Indians and a woman who is dangerous as she is lovely and fascinating. Ah, what a woman she is!" "Who is she?" Geoffrey asked. "Ah, that I cannot tell you. You must be content to wait. I do not want you to know too much, and then there is no chance of your being taken off your guard. When the surprise comes it will be a dramatic one. The more you see of that woman and the more you cultivate her the more you will find to wonder at." "But can I cultivate her after to-night?"