Elizabeth, if he should get away sometime! If some one should come over from America and discover where he was! If he should find us out! Oh, my God, if he should find us out!" Elizabeth had risen to her feet.

She was standing now before the fire, her left elbow resting upon the mantelpiece, a trifle of silver gleaming in her right hand.
"Father," she said, "there is no danger in life for those who know no fear.

Look at me." His eyes sought hers, fascinated.
"If he should find me out," she continued, "it would be no such terrible thing, after all.

It would be the end." Her fingers disclosed the little ornament she was carrying--a tiny pistol.

She slipped it back into her pocket.