"
"I did sit up very late," said a voice. She had opened her eyes, and
was blinking at them in the lamplight. "A villain came in through the
window and struck me with a life-preserver. You can tell the police so
when they come. Also that it was a little fat man. Now, Charles, give
me your arm and I shall go upstairs."
But her spirit was greater than her strength, for, as she staggered to
her feet, her head swam round, and she would have fallen again had her
nephew not thrown his arms round her. They carried her upstairs among
them and laid her upon the bed, where the Doctor watched beside her,
while Charles went off to the police-station, and the Denvers mounted
guard over the frightened maids.
CHAPTER XVII.
IN PORT AT LAST.
Day had broken before the several denizens of the Wilderness had all
returned to their homes, the police finished their inquiries, and all
come back to its normal quiet. Mrs. Westmacott had been left sleeping
peacefully with a small chloral draught to steady her nerves and a
handkerchief soaked in arnica bound round her head. It was with some
surprise, therefore, that the Admiral received a note from her about ten
o'clock, asking him to be good enough to step in to her.
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