But directly she needed assistance, and requested it of him in a subdued
and impersonal manner, showing a countenance devoid of any incongruous
emotion.
Lanyard, lifting the lieutenant's head and heavy torso, helped turn him
face downward on the berth, then stood aside, thoughtfully watching the
girl's deft fingers sop absorbent cotton in an antiseptic wash and apply it
to the injury.
After a little, he said: "If mademoiselle has no more immediate use for
me--"
"Thank you, monsieur. You have already done so very much!"
"Then, if mademoiselle will supply the name of this assassin--"
"I know it no more than you, monsieur!" She glanced up at him, startled.
"What do you mean to do?"
"Why, naturally, lodge an information with the captain concerning this
outrage--"
"Oh, please, no!"
At a loss, Lanyard shrugged eloquently.
"Not yet, at all events," she hastened to amend. "Let Lionel judge what is
best to be done when he comes to."
"But, mademoiselle, who can say when that will be?" He pointed out the
ugly, ragged abrasion in the young Englishman's scalp exposed by the
cleansing away of the clotted blood.
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