And I will not go.

There isn't time to explain all about it just now, for Inspector Kedsty will be here very soon, and I must dry my hair and show you your hiding-place--if you have to hide." She began to brush her hair again.

In the mirror Kent caught a glimpse of the smile still trembling on her lips.
"I'm not questioning you," he guarded himself again, "but if you could only understand how anxious I am to know where Kedsty is, how Fingers found you, why you made us believe you were leaving the Landing and then returned--and--how badly I want to know something about you--I almost believe you'd talk a little while you are drying your hair." "It was Mooie, the old Indian," she said.

"It was he who found out in some way that I was here, and then M'sieu Fingers came himself one night when the Inspector was away--got in through a window and simply said that you had sent him, when I was just about to shoot him.

You see, I knew you weren't going to die.