"I heard you coming upstairs," she explained, in a whisper. "I have been waiting and listening at my door. I wanted to see you, but it is difficult for me to do so without the others knowing. So I thought I would wait. I wanted to let you know that if you wish to see me at any time--if you need me to do anything--perhaps you would put a note under my door, and I could meet you down by the breakwater at any time you appoint. Nobody would see us there." Colwyn nodded approvingly. Decidedly this girl was not lacking in resource and intelligence. "I am so glad you are here," she went on earnestly. "I was afraid, after I left you to-day, that you might change your mind. I waited at one of the upstairs windows all the afternoon till I saw you coming. You will save him, won't you?" She looked up at him with a faint smile, which, slight as it was, gave her face a new rare beauty. "I will try," responded Colwyn, gravely. "Can you tell where the key of Mr. Glenthorpe's room is kept?" "It hangs in the kitchen. Do you want it? I will get it for you. If Ann or Charles see me, they, will not think it as strange as if they saw you." She was so eager to be of use to him that she did not wait for his reply, but ran quickly and noiselessly along the passage, and down the stairs. In a very brief space she returned with the key, which she placed in his hand. "Is there anything else I can do?" she asked. "Nothing, except to tell me where you got the key. I want to put it back again without anybody knowing it has been used." "It hangs on the kitchen dresser--the second hook. You cannot mistake it, because there is a padlock key and one of my father's fishing lines hanging on the same hook." "Then that is all you can do. I will let you know if I want to see you at any time." "Thank you. Good night!" She was gone without another word. Colwyn stood at his door watching her until she disappeared into the passage which led to her own room. Then he turned into his bedroom and shut the door behind him. He walked to the window and threw it open. The sea mist, driving over the silent marshes like a cloud, touched his face coldly as he stood there, meditating on the strange turn of events which had brought him back to the inn to pursue his investigations into the murder at the point where he had left them more than a fortnight before. In that brief period how much had happened! Penreath had been tried and sentenced to death for a crime which Colwyn now believed he had not committed. Chance--no, Destiny--by placing in his hand a significant clue, had directed his footsteps thither, and left it for his intelligence to atone for his past blunder before it was too late.