"Very well, Sybil," I said at last. "Let it be so. I will help you to escape, and I will act as though I were your husband. For your sake I will do this, although I tell you plainly that I see in it a grave and deadly peril." "There is a far greater peril if I remain unmarried," she answered. "You recollect my question this afternoon. I asked whether you would not really marry me. I asked because I feared that the blow might fall, and that I should have to seek protection." "And the blow has fallen?" I asked. "Yes," she answered, in a low, desperate voice. "And were it not for you I--I should go to my room now and kill myself, Wilfrid! You, however, have promised to save me. There is no time to lose. I must get away at once. You will help me to get out the car?" "Of course. And you will take Mason? You must take her," I added. "Why?" "Because it is dangerous for her to remain here. She may raise the alarm," I said, rather lamely. "Take my advice and carry her with you down to Bournemouth." "Very well," she answered, hurriedly, and raising my hand to her soft lips, kissed it before I could prevent her, and said, "Wilfrid, let me thank you. You have given me back my life. An hour ago I was in my room and made preparations to bid adieu to everything. But I thought of you--my last and only chance of salvation. Ah! you do not know--no, no--I--I can never tell you! I can only give you the thanks of a desperate and grateful woman!" And then she slipped out, promising to meet me again there with Mason in a quarter of an hour. I crept back to my room, and when I had closed the door Eric stepped from his hiding-place. "She intends to fly," I explained. "She is going away on the car, and I have persuaded her to take Mason." "On the car? At this hour?" In brief I explained all that had taken place between us, and he listened to me in silence till the end. "What?" he cried. "You are actually going to make people believe that you're her husband?" "I'm going to make people in Camberwell believe it," I answered. "But isn't that a very dangerous bit of business?" he queried. "Suppose any of her people knew it. What would be said?" I only shrugged my shoulders. "Well," he remarked at last, "please yourself, old chap, but I can't help thinking that it's very unwise. I can't see either how being married protects her in the least." "Nor can I. Yet I've resolved to shield her, and at the same time to try and solve the mysterious affair, therefore, I'm bound to adopt her suggestions. She must get away at once, and we must get Mason out of the neighbourhood--those two facts are plain. The motor will run down the avenue without any noise, so she'll be miles away when the household awake." "Where's she going?" I told him, and he agreed that my suggestion had been a good one.