"I am Lord Carnavon's daughter." "And Felix O'Day's wife ?" "And Felix O'Day's wife," came the echo, and, with the last word, her last vestige of strength seemed to leave her.
The priest rose to his full height.

"I was sure of it when I first saw you," he said, a note of triumph in his voice.

"And now, one last question.

Are you guilty of this theft ?" "GUILTY! I guilty! How could I be ?" The denial came with a lift of the head, her eyes kindling, her bosom heaving.
"I believe you.

There is not a moment to be lost." The priest and father confessor were gone now; it was the man of affairs who was speaking.