There came a louder burst of sound; the second, and last, cry of Stanton, like an echo of his first! Again the soft sighing from the inner terrace.

Then--utter silence! "The light faded; the moon was setting and with a rush life and power to move returned to me.

I made a leap for the steps, rushed up them, through the gateway and straight to the grey rock.

It was closed--as I knew it would be.

But did I dream it or did I hear, echoing through it as though from vast distances a triumphant shouting?
"I ran back to Edith.