Lanisterre, bring that lantern here so that mademoiselle can see the path to the door.

This way, if you please, Miss Lorne." "Thank you," she said as she alighted and moved slowly in the direction of the door, soothing the child as they crept along almost within touch of the crumbling wall.

"Ceddie, darling, don't cry.

You are a brave little hero, I know, and heroes are never afraid to die." From the tail of her eye she watched Merode.

He seemed to realise from these words to the child that she was reconciled to the inevitable, and with an air of satisfaction he put the pistol back into his pocket and walked beside her.