Doubtless it was his hand also that twisted Ambrose's neck because he struck me." The two women looked each other in the eyes.
"Ah!" said the Prioress.

"I think I can guess now; but, Emlyn, you choose rough tools.

Well, fear not; your secret is safe with me." She paused a moment; then went on, "Oh! I am glad, who feared lest the Fiend's finger was in it all, as, in truth, they believe.

Now I see my path clear, and will follow it to the death.

Yes, yes; I will save you all or die." "What path, Mother ?" "Emlyn, you have heard no tidings for these many months, but I have.
Listen; there is much afoot.