That swift glimpse beneath the dark lashes caused me to leave the room with swiftly beating heart.

At the door I stole another glance backward but she had sunk into a chair, her face concealed in her hands.

With Seldon ahead, and the two guards behind, I tramped down the stairs into the basement, and was again locked within the walls of the strong room.
As the lock clicked I sat down upon the bunk far from being disheartened.
Fate had been playing strange pranks, but I was not left without hope, for I felt assured I had read correctly the swift message of those uplifted blue eyes.

She had not wished me to accept parole; then there must be some plan of escape already formulated in her mind.

It was clearly enough to her own interest for me to get safely away; otherwise she would necessarily have to appear before Clinton, and her testimony would scarcely pass unchallenged in presence of MacHugh and those others.
To be sure she had told no direct falsehood; it amused me to recall how carefully she had chosen expression.