Or shall I ?' The girl was overcome with a sudden light in utter darkness.

She grasped at her mother's explanation of the visitor's arrival; unable, in her ardour, to calculate probabilities, to review details.

Dagworthy had been guilty of a base falsehood; the man approached who could assure her of it.

It was a plot, deeply planned.

In some manner Dagworthy had learned what had happened to her father in Hebsworth, and had risked everything on the terror he could inspire in her.