I did not mean to do that,
Alfieri is unknown to me, but I heard his name at Marseilles, when he
attacked the Baron."
The pity he could not withhold seemed to give her new strength.
"An attack!" She whispered. "At Marseilles! Oh, why was I not told? But
you will find him, at the Governor's house! It is not far--on the
seaward point.... The hotel people will supply a guide.... Baron von
Kerber and Alfieri must not meet here. If they do meet, we shall lose
everything.... Tell the Baron to go on board the yacht, no matter what
Mr. Fenshawe says. Do you understand? It is a matter of life and death.
Slip out into a back street, so that Alfieri may not see you.... I will
watch from here. Go, for Heaven's sake. Let nothing delay you."
She was incapable of further explanation. Dick feared she would faint
if he waited another second.
Hence, when Irene turned to say that Mr. Fenshawe and the Baron
appeared to be paying a prolonged visit to the Governor, she found that
Mrs. Haxton was sitting alone, with her veiled face propped on her
hands, while, so malicious was fate's decree once more to Royson, that
he was then hastening through malodorous lanes and crowded slums in
order to save from threatened peril the very man whose downfall offered
the only visible means by which he could bend his own frail fortunes in
the direction that looked best to him.
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