“Why those fiends took him in so long? No doubt, though his indifference must have been awful. As I’m not a fiend, at any rate, I shouldn’t take him in.”

My companion, after an instant and for all answer, sat down again and grasped my arm. “Make him at any rate come to you.”

I stared. “To me ?” I had a sudden fear of what she might do. “ ‘Him’?”

“He ought to be here⁠—he ought to help.”