It was as if in Bram's face and his queer mumbling she had recognized something which was not apparent to him.

Suddenly she left him and hurried into her room.

During the few moments she was gone Bram did not look once at Philip.

His mumbling was incessant.

Perhaps a minute passed before the girl reappeared.
She went straight to Bram and before the wolf-man's eyes held a long, shining tress of hair! Instantly the mumbling in Bram's throat ceased and he thrust out slowly a huge misshapen hand toward the golden strand.