CHAPTER XIX

WHICH PROVES THAT TWO HEADS ARE BETTER THAN ONE I don't think she fainted. It was just that her forces had failed her. She lay quite motionless in my arms, her red-brown hair a splash of colour against the white sleeve of my coat. But a few yards, as I have said, separated us from the shelf, so I lifted her up. I felt a soft arm steal round my neck as she steadied herself. I glanced at her face. Her eyes were open. "Hold tight," I bade her, "and whatever you do don't look down!"--for at that height the clear d…