Then she pushed her out.
Wethermill caught her in his arms and carried her to the landau.

Celia dared not cry out.

Her hands were helpless, her face at the mercy of that grim flask.

Just ahead of them the lights of Geneva were visible, and from the lights a silver radiance overspread a patch of sky.
Wethermill placed her in the landau; Adele sprang in behind her and closed the door.

The transfer had taken no more than a few seconds.