vera opened her eyes at length. gradually the things that had happened came back to her. she recognised the futility of resistance. all she could do was to wait and hope for the best. but despite the startling rapidity with which events had moved, she was not in the least frightened. her prevailing feeling was one of indignation that any man should have dared to treat her in this way. withal, there was a certain vein of curiosity that vera did not care to suppress. the cab was still moving briskly, and vera judged by the trees on each side of the road that they were already out in the country. the man sat opposite her, grim and silent. he made no inquiry as to how vera was getting on. he suggested no apology for his violence.

the feeling of languor and the suggestion of headache passed away, leaving vera strong and vigorous again. it was impossible to sit there without speaking.

"do you quite understand what you are doing?" she said to the man opposite. "do you realise that you are guilty of a criminal offence? you could be prosecuted for this."

"i will not contradict you," silva said politely. "believe me, i deeply regret the necessity for taking this step. yet it was impossible to satisfy our requirements in any other way."

"oh, you are not alone, then?" vera asked. "would it be inquiring too much if i asked who else is in this business?"

silva smiled under cover of the darkness. a man of courage himself, he admired that quality in others. so the child that he had known, and been so passionately attached to, eighteen years ago had grown up to be a worthy representative of her race? vera would have been astonished at that moment if she could have seen into the back of silva's brain. she did not realise for a moment that here was a man who would have gone through fire and water for her, and yet, at the same time, he was prepared to wreak his insane vengeance upon those whom she loved and admired more than anybody in the world. if vera's happiness had depended upon it, silva would not have spared ravenspur, even had vera gone on her knees and asked for it. yet he would have given his life if it could have done any good to this proud descendant of the house of descarti.

"surely you can guess who is with me in this business?" he said. "did i not bring you a letter from your mother?"

vera started. she had forgotten her mother for the moment, and this question of silva's had opened up a new and painful train of thought. he was taking her to see her mother. but why had her mother so suddenly displayed this tender solicitude, after leaving her absolutely alone all these years? that vera's mother was in possession of her whereabouts, and had been all this time, the girl did not doubt. when part of the story had to be told she had accepted ravenspur's statement implicitly. her mother was a vile woman, and the past was too painful for a young girl to hear. ravenspur had not said so in as many words, but that was distinctly the impression he had conveyed to vera. she began dimly to comprehend now why this new-born affection of her mother's had not found vent in the conventional way. doubtless ravenspur would have forbidden her the house. doubtless he had a hold that gave him the control of the situation--probably a compact made years ago. and now one of the parties desired to break it. perhaps it was a question of money, or family property, or something of that kind? vera had heard of similar cases.

at any rate, there must be some reason for this mystery and violence. and no doubt every word that ravenspur had said about her mother's character was true. otherwise she could not have consented to an abduction like this. still, there was comfort in the reflection that lord ravenspur and walter would leave no stone unturned to punish this outrage. the miscreants would be found out sooner or later. vera congratulated herself now upon the fact that she had left her handkerchief tied to the collar of the dog bruno. that would be a sufficient clue to put her friends on the trail, and bruno himself, with his unerring instinct, would lead the pursuers to the right place. after all, the imprisonment could not last long, though vera boiled with indignation as she thought of the treacherous way in which she had been deceived.

"and you are going to take me to my mother, then?" she asked.

"that is the programme," silva said coolly. "unfortunately, you will not be able to see the countess tonight. you may believe me or not, but i am sorry to have been compelled to take a step like this. but you see, lord ravenspur's plans made it quite impossible for me to wait till tomorrow."

vera was silent for a moment. she could see plainly that ravenspur's clever scheme for getting away to weymouth had been betrayed by someone to this man. her chief anxiety for the moment was for her guardian. it was terrible to think that he had been dogged and watched by people so cunning and unscrupulous as these. vera was still thinking the matter over when the cab stopped and silva bade her get out. a wild idea of appealing to the cabman for assistance was dismissed as she caught sight of his face. there was a grin upon it, and the driver unmistakably winked at silva. there was just enough light for vera to see that the cabman was not wearing a badge. doubtless he was a conspirator, too. there was nothing for it but to see the thing through to the finish. so vera followed silva through the garden till he paused at length on the steps of a house, which appeared to be in total darkness.

"the servants have gone to bed," silva explained, as he opened the door with a latchkey. "if you will wait a moment, i will turn up the gas. if you desire anything----"

"nothing," vera said curtly. "all i want you to do is to show me to my room. i wish to be alone."

silva bowed politely enough. he turned and locked the door, and vera saw that he dropped the key in his pocket. then he took a silver candlestick from the hall table and handed it to vera, intimating that he would like her to precede him up the stairs. they came at length to a room in the roof of the house which appeared to be comfortably, almost luxuriously furnished, and with every feminine requirement at hand. with absolute amazement vera saw her own silver toilet set laid out on the dressing table, her handbag was on the floor, and in one corner of the room stood the two dress-baskets which her maid had packed for immediate use on board the yacht. a slight smile of amusement flickered over silva's face as he noticed vera's amazement.

"everything has been done to make you comfortable," he said. "it was my own idea to remove your immediate belongings from waterloo station and bring them on here. i assure you that it was no difficult job. and now i wish you goodnight, with a thousand pardons for the way in which i have been compelled to treat you. tomorrow morning----"

silva paused significantly and bowed himself out of the room. he closed the door gently behind him, and vera waited till the sound of his footsteps had died away. she tried the door, but, as she had anticipated, it was fastened on the outside. beyond all question, she was a prisoner. there was nothing but to make the best of it, and wait on the course of events. there were two bolts on the inside of the door, and, having secured these, vera felt easier in her mind. she undressed slowly, and more for something to occupy her mind than anything else. she would never be able to sleep again. the idea of sleep seemed to be out of the question. yet, within ten minutes, vera had fallen into a deep slumber from which she did not wake until the sun was shining high, and the birds were singing in the trees. the girl rose eagerly and looked out. she could see a wide expanse of green lawn, with big shaded trees here and there. on two sides of the house a common stretched away apparently to the confines of space. how far she was from london vera could not say. certainly she had never been here before. she was still admiring the beauty of the landscape when there came a quiet knock at the door, and after the bolts were drawn silva came in. he was, if possible, even more abjectly apologetic than on the previous evening.

"i am bound to intrude," he said. "you see, this house has only been taken for a time, and the servants are absolutely in ignorance of your presence here. i merely came to show you where you could find all the requisites for your breakfast, and as to the rest, they are in this basket. here is a spirit lamp, so that you can boil your own water. i am in great hopes that before evening i shall be able to give you what is practically the freedom of the house. do not think too harshly of me."

vera made no reply; she was only pleased to have the room to herself again, so that she could think the matter out. she ate her breakfast slowly, for time was beginning to hang on her hands. any action was better than sitting there doing nothing. it was some time later when she crossed to the window, and looked out. she saw three men busily engaged in some occupation on the lawn. she saw silva come out and address them, apparently in tones of expostulation, so far as she could judge from his actions. then one of the men looked up, and vera could see that he had noticed her. a moment later the man stooped down, and went through some sort of a pantomime, which, in the circumstances, puzzled vera extremely. why should that grave-looking official stoop down and imitate the motions of one who is stroking a dog?