"Of course! I've some papers for her to sign," replied Pratt. "How do things stand? Coast clear?" "Miss Mallathorpe's going into Barford after lunch," answered Esther. "She'll be driving in about half-past two. I can manage it then. How long shall you want to be with her?" "Oh, a quarter of an hour'll do," said Pratt. "Ten minutes, if it comes to that." "And after that?" asked Esther. "Then I want to get a train at Scaleby," replied Pratt, mentioning a railway junction which lay ten miles across country in another direction. "So make it as soon after two-thirty as you can." "You can see her as soon as Miss Mallathorpe's gone," said Esther. "You'd better come into the house--I've got the key of the turret door, and all's clear--the servants are all at dinner." "I could do with something myself," observed Pratt, who, in his anxiety, had only made a light breakfast that morning. "Can it be managed?" "I'll manage it," she answered. "Come on--now." Behind the summer-house in which they had met a narrow path led through the shrubberies to an old part of the Grange which was never used, and was, in fact, partly ruinous. Esther Mawson led the way along this until she and Pratt came to a turret in the grey walls, in the lower story of which a massive oaken door, heavily clamped with iron, gave entrance to a winding stair, locked it from inside when she and Pratt had entered, and preceded her companion up the stair, and across one or two empty and dust-covered chambers to a small room in which a few pieces of ancient furniture were slowly dropping to decay. Pratt had taken refuge in this room before, and he sat down in one of the old chairs and mopped his forehead. "I want something to drink, above everything," he remarked. "What can you get?" "Nothing but wine," answered Esther Mawson. "As much as you like of that, because I've a stock that's kept up in Mrs. Mallathorpe's room. I couldn't get any ale without going to the butler. I can get wine and sandwiches without anybody knowing." "That'll do," said Pratt. "What sort of wine?" "Port, sherry, claret," she replied. "Whichever you like." "Sherry, then," answered Pratt. "Bring a bottle if you can get it--I want a good drink."