She had not thought that he would so much as notice her, but she was wrong.  He passed by Hyde without a glance, and reached her.

“What am I to understand?” he said.

She started violently at the sound of his voice.  She knew that Hyde had turned towards her again, but she looked at neither of them.  She was trembling so that she could scarcely stand.  Her very lips felt cold, and she could not utter a word.

After a brief pause Baring spoke again:  “Can’t you answer me?”

There was no anger in his voice, but there was also no kindness.  She knew that he was watching her with a piercing scrutiny, and she dared not raise her eyes.  She shook her head at last, as he waited for her reply.

“Are you willing for me to take an explanation from Mr. Hyde?” he asked; and his tone rang suddenly hard.  “Has he the right to explain?”

“Of course I have the right,” said Hyde easily.

“Tell him so, Hope!”

Baring bent towards the girl.

“If he has the right,” he said, his voice quiet but very insistent, “look me in the face—­and tell me so!”

She made a convulsive effort and looked up at him.

“Yes,” she said in a whisper.  “He has the right.”

Baring straightened himself abruptly, almost as if he had received a blow in the face.

He stood for a second silent.  Then: 

“Where is your brother?” he asked.

Hope hesitated, and at once Hyde answered for her.

“He isn’t back yet.  He stopped at the club.”

“That,” said Baring sternly, “is a lie.”

He laid his hand suddenly upon Hope’s shoulder.

“Surely you can tell me the truth at least!” he said.

Something in his tone pierced the wild panic at her heart.  She looked up at him again, meeting the mastery of his eyes.

“He is in his room,” she said.  “Mr. Hyde didn’t know.”

Hyde laughed, and at the sound the hand on Hope’s shoulder closed like a vice, till she bit her lip with the effort to endure the pain.  Baring saw it, and instantly set her free.

“Go to your brother,” he said, “and ask him to come and speak to me!”

The authority in his voice was not to be gainsaid.  She threw an imploring look at Hyde, and went.  She fled like a wild creature along the veranda to her brother’s room, and tapped feverishly, frantically at the window.  Then she paused listening intently for a reply.  But she could hear nothing save the loud beating of her heart.  It drummed in her ears like the hoofs of a galloping horse.  Desperately she knocked again.

“Let me in!” she gasped.  “Let me in!”

There came a blundering movement, and the door opened.

“Hullo!” said Ronnie, in a voice of sleepy irritation.  “What’s up?”

She stumbled into the dark room, breathless and sobbing.

“Oh, Ronnie!” she cried.  “Oh, Ronnie; you must help me now!”