But before she could rise a subdued whirr of machinery penetrated into the room, and the motor-car came slowly to the front of the villa.
"Keep still!" said Adele hurriedly, and she placed herself in front of Celia.
Wethermill opened the wooden door, while Celia's heart raced in her bosom.
"I will go down and open the gate," he whispered.

"Are you ready ?" "Yes." Wethermill disappeared; and this time he left the door open.

Adele helped Celia to her feet.

For a moment she tottered; then she stood firm.
"Now run!" whispered Adele.

"Run, child, for your life!" Celia did not stop to think whither she should run, or how she should escape from Wethermill's search.