“Something has happened,” I told her.

“I cannot stop to explain now.

But I am going to leave this house at once. “

As I spoke I heard the sound of carriage wheels, and I went to the window.

I saw Dr. Smith alight and, because I no longer saw him as the benevolent doctor, I felt myself tremble.

” I should be gone,” I said. ” I must leave at once.”

I hurried out of the room, leaving a bewildered Mary Jane staring after me; I went along the corridor, down the first flight of stairs; then I heard the doctor’s voice; he was talking to Ruth.

” Is she at home?”

” Yes, I saw her come in only a few minutes ago.”

“That is fortunate.. I will go and get her now.”

“What if she … ?”

” She will know nothing until I have her safely there.”

My heart began to hammer uncertainly. He was already striding across the hall. I slipped into the minstrels’ gallery quickly, thinking that I might hide myself there while he well) on to my room. Then I should run out of the house and to Kelly Grange.

Ruth had remained in the hall and I wondered how I should get past her.

Would she tell the doctor that I had run out of the house? If so, how long would it take him to catch up with me?

I quietly shut the door of the gallery and I immediately thought of the cupboard. If I could escape by way of the secret tunnel they would not catch me.

But even as I, my body bent so that I should not be seen from the hall, went towards the cupboard, the door of the gallery opened and he was standing there.

” Oh … hallo, Catherine.” He was smiling the benign smile which had deluded me in the past.

I could say nothing for the moment; my voice had lost itself in my constricted throat.

” I came to call on you, and I saw you come in here as started up the stairs.”

” Good morning,” I said and I felt that my voice sounded calmer than I had thought possible. He stepped into the gallery and shut the door. When I glanced over the balcony I could see Ruth standing below.

^ “It’s a fine morning,” he went on.

“I wanted you to come for a little drive with me.”

” Thank you. I was just going out for a walk.”

” But you have just come in.”

” Nevertheless, I am just going out again.”

He lifted a finger and there was something so sinister in that playful gesture that I felt a shudder run down my spine.

” You are doing too much walking, and you know I don’t allow that.”

” I am perfectly healthy,” I answered. ” Jessie Dankwait is pleased with me.”

” The country midwife!” he said contemptuously. ” A drive will do you good.”

” Thank you, but I do not wish to go.”

He came towards me and took my wrist; he held it tenderly yet firmly.

“I am going to insist to-day, because you are looking a little pale.”

“’ No, Dr. Smith,” I said. ” I do not wish to go for a drive.”

” But my dear Catherine ” (his face was close to mine and his gentle, suave manner seemed more horrible than violence), ” you are coming with me.”

I tried to walk past him, but he caught and held me firmly. He took the robe from me and threw it on the floor.

“’ Give that to me and let me go at once,” I said.

” My dear, you must allow me to know what is good for you.”

I was filled with sudden panic. I called: “Ruthi Ruth! Help me.”

I saw her start up-the stairs, and I thanked God that she was at hand.

She opened the door of me minstrels’ gallery; he was still holding me in a grip so firm that I could not extricate myself.

” I am afraid.” he said to her, ” that she is going to give us a little trouble.”

” Catherine,” said Ruth, ” you must obey the doctor. He knows what’s best for you.”

” He knows what is besti Look at this robe. He is the one who has been playing those tricks on me.”

” I fear,” said the doctor, ” that it is more advanced than I believed.

I am afraid we are going to have trouble. It is a mistake to delay too long in these matters. It has happened before in my experience.”

“What diabolical plan have you in mind now?” I demanded.

” It is the persecution mania,” murmured the doctor to Ruth. “

Believing that they are alone against the whole world.” He turned to me. ” Catherine, my very dear Catherine, you must trust me. Have I not always been your friend?”

I burst out laughing and it was laughter which alarmed me. I was truly frightened now, because I began to see what he planned to do with me, and that Ruth either believed him or pretended to, and I was alone with them . and friendless. I knew the truth, but I had been a fool. I had told no one of my discovery. I could still do that. But whom could I tell . these two whose plan was to destroy me?

For Ruth, if not his accomplice, was no friend to me.

” Look,” I said, ” I know too much. It was you. Dr. Smith, who decided that my child should never be born. You killed Gabriel and you were determined to kill anyone who stood between Luke’s inheriting the Revels …”

” You see,” he said sadly, ” how far advanced it is.”

” I found the robe, and I know, too, that you believe you belong here.

I know it all. Do you think that you can deceive me any more. “

He had seized me firmly in his arms. I smelt a whiff of what might have been chloroform as something was pressed over my mouth. I felt as though everything was slipping away from me and I heard his voice, very faint, as though it were a long way off, ” I hoped to avoid this. It is the only way when they are obstreperous….”

Then I slipped away . into darkness.

I have heard it said that the mind is more powerful than the body. I believe that to be so. My mind commanded my body to reject the chloroform even as it was pressed over my mouth. This was not possible, of course; that would have been asking too much, but as it began to affect my body my brain continued to struggle against it. I must not sink into unconsciousness. I knew that if I did I should wake up a prisoner, and that all the evidence which I had acquired would be destroyed and my protests called the aberrations of the mentally sick.

So even as my body succumbed, my mind fought on.

So it was that I was half conscious of being in that jolting carriage with the evil doctor beside me. And I summoned all my will power to fight the terrible drowsiness which was lulling me into a sense of utter forgetfulness.

I realised he was taking me to Worstwhistle.

We were alone in his brougham and the driver could not hear what was said. The swaying of the vehicle was helpful; the clop-clop of the horse’s hoofs seemed to be saying:

” Doom is at hand. Fight it. Fight it with all your might. There is still time. But once you enter that grim grey building … it will not be so easy to come out.”

I would not enter. I would never let anyone be able to tell my child that once its mother had been an inmate of Worstwhistle.

“You should not struggle, Catherine,” said the doctor gently.

I tried to speak but the effect of the drug was claiming me.

” Close your eyes,” he murmured. ” Do you doubt that I will look after you? There is nothing for you to fear. I shall come and see you every day. I shall be there when your child is born….”

My mind said: ” You are a devil….” But the words did not come.

I was frightened because of this terrible drowsiness which was seeping over me, and which would not let me fight for my future and that of my child.

Subconsciously I knew that this had been his plan all along, to get me to Worstwhistle before my child was born, to attend to me there and make sure, if my child was a boy, that he did not live.

If I gave birth to a daughter or a stillborn child, then I should be of no more interest to him, because I should no longer menace Luke’s accession to the Revels and the marriage with Damaris.

But, fight as I would, I could only remain in this half- conscious state. And I reserved my strength for the moment when the carriage wheels should stop and he would call strong men to help him bring another reluctant victim to that grim prison.

The carriage had drawn up.

We had arrived. I felt sick and dizzy, and only half conscious.

” Why, my dear Catherine,” he said, and he put his arm about me; and once more I felt his gentle touch to be more hurtful than a blow, “you are unwell. Never mind. This is the end of the journey. Now you shall know peace. No more fancies … no more visions. Here you shall be cared for.”

” Listen …” I began, and I seemed to drawl the words.

” I … am not going in there.”

He was smiling. ” Leave this to me, my dear,” he whispered.

There was the sound of running footsteps and a man took his stand on one side of me; I felt him take my arm.

I heard their voices.

” She knows where she’s going, this one …”

Then the doctor’s voice: ” They have their lucid moments. Sometimes it’s a pity.”

I tried to scream but I could not; my legs were buckling under me. I was being dragged forward.

I saw the great iron door. swing open. I saw the porch with the name over it—the name which must have struck terror into a thousand hearts and minds.

” No …” I sobbed.

But they were so many; and I was so weak against them.

I heard the sudden clatter of a horse’s hoofs. Then the doctor said sharply: ” Quickly! Get the patient inside.”

And there was a note of fear in his voice to replace that gentle assurance which had been there before.