He was sitting bolt upright with an unfamiliar expression of irresolution upon his face, and he was doubtfully drawing the lash of the whip to and fro across the horse's back.
Clarice felt that her life was in the balance.

'Yes,' she whispered.
'No!' Drake almost shouted the word.

He turned the horse through the gates and drove in a gallop to the door of the house.

Clarice heard him draw a deep breath of relief as he jumped to the ground.

As he was pulling off his gloves in the hall, Clarice brushed past him and ran quickly up the stairs.