Not even the Marquis would be able to find her and she was in the power of men who would not hesitate to kill her if it would save their skins.
She wanted to beat on the wall and to cry out despairingly, but her sixth sense told her that it would be no help.
Somehow, and she was not even certain why, she recognised that she had to keep her wits about her.
She went over to the porthole to look out on the river.
The River Thames was very wide at this particular point and she could see on the other side of the river that there were only a few wharfs and industrial buildings, but no houses for human habitation.
‘Even if I was able to signal,’ she thought, ‘nobody would be there to see it and Saul and the other men would not hesitate to attack me if they knew what I was doing.’
She went f
