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And this seemed to him a great pity, so that he began to form confused and foolish plans for securing that his friend's fate should become known. With a sudden start, for he had not known he was there, he found himself standing on the threshold of that attic of death. It was quite dark up here, and from behind Deede Dawson's voice told him impatiently to enter.
"Breakfast's waiting," Ella answered, turning away without taking any notice of the question. "I'll go in then," said Deede Dawson. "You might show Dunn the way to the kitchen his name's Robert Dunn, by the way and tell Mrs. Barker to give him something to eat." "I should think he could find his way there himself," Ella remarked.
But through her coy disdaine and cruelty, such was my heavy fate, that desperately I slew my selfe with this short sword which thou beholdest in mine hand: for which rash sinfull deede, I was, and am condemned to eternall punishment.
Right through the window, bearing panes and sash with him, Deede Dawson flew with the impetus of that great throw and out beyond and down, turning over and over the while, down through the empty air to fall and be shattered like a piece of worthless crockery on the stone threshold of the outhouse door.
"Well, I daresay it's wise to take every precaution," observed Walter. "But I can't imagine either him or any one else getting near you without your knowledge." Robert Dunn, or rather, Rupert Dunsmore, as was his name by right of birth laughed again to himself, very softly in the darkness. "Perhaps not," he said. "But I take no chances I can avoid with Deede Dawson. Come along."
Round and round Deede Dawson fled, screaming still in a high shrill way, like some wild thing in pain, and hard upon him followed Rupert, nor had they gone a second time about that room before Rupert had Deede Dawson in a fast embrace, his arms about the other's middle.
He melted away into the darkness as he spoke, and through the night he slipped, one shadow more amongst many, from tree to bush, from bush to tree. Across a patch of open grass he crawled on his hands and knees; and once lay flat on his face when against the skyline he saw a figure he was sure was Deede Dawson's creep by a yard or two on his right hand.
He wished to be there a little before the time arranged for him by Deede Dawson, and he increased his pace till he came to a spot where the path he had to take branched off from the road he had been following. At this spot a heavy country lad was sitting on a gate by the wayside, and as Dunn approached he clambered heavily down and slouched forward to meet him.
Dunn nodded. "What about Allen?" he asked. "Does he take any part in this show?" "He and I are planning a little visit to Wreste Abbey rather early the same night, during the dinner-hour most likely," answered Deede Dawson carelessly. "We can get in at one of the long gallery windows quite easily, Allen says. He kept his eyes open that day you all went there.
With one quick rush he crossed the landing and flung himself at the door. It opened at once, for it was not locked, and within he saw Deede Dawson, screw-driver in his hand, standing behind a large packing-case, the lid of which he had apparently that minute finished fastening down. He looked up as Rupert entered thus precipitately, and he showed no sign of surprise or alarm.
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