"Well," she said soberly. "You have something to ask?"
"Much--yes; but first, are we alone?"
"Certainly--why?"
"This man Hobart, you are sure he is not listening at the door?"
She glanced about; then laughed.
"Little good that would do him; there is no key-hole, no chance for sound to penetrate. We are quite alone, Captain, and you are perfectly free to say whatever you please."
"But even then, is this wholly fair?"
"What do you mean?"
"I came here," he explained earnestly, "with no bad intention; no desire to injure any one, Miss Coolidge; my only thought the possibility of being of some service to you."
"That is very interesting, I am sure. I am quite grateful."
"Then I am going to ask you a favour. Release my hands and feet. You need not be afraid; I give my pledge to make no attempt at escape while we are together. Will you do this?"