The babel here was incessant.  She felt as if her senses would leave her.  Piteously, like a lost child, she searched every face within her scope of vision; but she searched in vain for the face of a friend.

Later, she found herself following an official out into an open space like a great courtyard, that was crammed with vehicles.  He was wheeling her luggage on a trolley.  Suddenly he faced round and asked her whither she wanted to go.

She looked at him helplessly.  “I am expecting someone to meet me,” she said.

He stared at her in some perplexity, and finally suggested that he should set down her luggage and leave her to wait where she was.

To this she agreed, and when he had gone she seated herself on her cabin trunk and faced the situation.  She was utterly alone, with scarcely any money in her possession, and no knowledge whatever of the place in which she found herself.  Robin would, of course, come sooner or later, but till he came she was helpless.

What should she do, she wondered desperately?  What could she do?  All about her, people were coming and going.  She watched them dizzily.  There was not one of them who seemed to be alone.  The heat and glare was intense.  The clatter of wheels sounded in her ears like the roar of great waters.  She felt as if she were sinking down, down through endless turmoil into a void unspeakable.

How long she had sat there she could not have said.  It seemed to her hours when someone came up to her with a firm and purposeful stride, and stooping, touched her shoulder.  She looked up dazedly, and saw Brett Mercer.

He said something to her, but it was as if he spoke in an unknown language.  She had not the faintest idea what he meant.  His face swam before her eyes.  She shook her head at him vaguely, with quivering lips.

He stooped lower.  She felt his arm encircle her, felt him draw her to her feet.  Again he seemed to be speaking, but his words eluded her.  The roar of the great waters filled her brain.  Like a lost child she turned and clung to the supporting arm.

IV

Later, it seemed to her that her senses must have deserted her for a time, for she never remembered what happened to her next.  A multitude of impressions crowded upon her, but she knew nothing with distinctness till she woke to find herself lying in a room with green blinds half-drawn, with Mercer stooping over her, compelling her to drink a nauseating mixture in a wine-glass.

As soon as full consciousness returned to her she refused to take another drop.

“What is it?  It—­it’s horrible.”

“It’s the best stuff you ever tasted,” he told her bluntly.  “You needn’t get up.  You are all right as you are.”

But she sat up, nevertheless, and looked at him confusedly.  “Where am I?” she said.

He seated himself on the corner of a table that creaked loudly beneath his weight.  It seemed to her that he looked even more massive than usual—­a bed-rock of strength.  His eyes met hers with a certain mastery.