"Madam," said Wimsey, recovering himself, "I don't quite----"
A thousand questions surged up in his mind, but before he could frame them a long yell, and another, and then another came from the back of the house.
"Run, run!" she said. "The dogs! My God, my God, what will become of me? Go, if you don't want to see me killed. Go, go! Have pity!"
"Look here," said Peter, "can't I stay and protect----"
"You can stay and murder me," said the woman. "Go!"
Peter cast Public School tradition to the winds, caught up his stick, and went. The brutes were at his heels as he fled. He struck the foremost with his stick, and it dropped back, snarling. The man was still leaning on the gate, and Grimethorpe's hoarse voice was heard shouting to him to seize the fugitive. Peter closed with him; there wa
