She drew off her jacket and arranged it under his head. She rose and looked at Miller. "Now, if they will give me food and water, I will do what I can," she said simply. "Quiet is his best chance, absolute quiet." He gave a little bow of assent. "We must hope for the best," he answered. "You must rely on me all you can; come into Landon's notice as little as possible. I will use my influences, such as they are, for the best." The hot throb of repulsion--of hate, even--throbbed up in her, knowing, as she knew, that he was false to her, but she kept her face unmoved. She nodded. "Yes," she answered quietly, "unless--you think my duty is to let him--die?" His imperturbable face lost its calm for a moment. He was genuinely startled. "But no!" he cried quickly. "Things are not as bad as that! The threats he used? Those were the results of shock, of delirium. I would prevent that--I." She looked at him very steadily. "Yes?" she said. "You--a prisoner, like myself. How?" He shrugged his shoulders vaguely. "He is open to reason," he said. "He could not afford it; I could make that plain to him, I have every assurance that I could." He was looking at her searchingly--frowning, showing dissatisfaction with himself for his slip. She was content to let it pass. "Thank you," she answered. "You give me hope," and truly enough a wild, incredulous hope had just arisen in her heart, for her gaze had been still on Aylmer's pallid face at her feet. The gray man still hesitated and then, with the air of one who has probed an enigma the solution of which still escaped him, turned and passed into the cabin. She heard his footsteps echo along the deck over her head. Aylmer's eyes opened, and then one of them closed again, in a wink! She laid her finger warningly upon her lips. She bent till her lips touched his ear. "I knew it--I knew it!" she breathed joyfully. "Ah, but you nearly spoilt it all. You smiled--I saw the beginning of it--when he made his slip, and he might have seen it, too!" He smiled again. "The renegade!" he whispered. "I knew it before this last hour; I saw it in his face when Landon came here, before. They have some understanding, those two. And it was he who betrayed me--with his suggestion about the halliards. I heard him, before they let them go!" "And I!" she answered. "He is against us; we are alone, against them all!" "Where does his profit come in?" he asked, wonderingly. "What arguments has Landon used; how can a man like him be the gainer?" She shook her head. "One has met him--in Gibraltar--in society," she said. "But do we know anything of him; does any one know?" He was silent for a moment. "No," he said, at last. "No one knows. I have heard it spoken of, his unknowableness, but no one has supplied a key to the mystery. I think--I think if we win out of this I must set machinery to work in Gibraltar--to find out." "If!" she repeated sadly. "If!" His lips set firmly.