Last night"-- she paused, shuddered, put both hands over her face, and drew in a deep breath--"last night, I, too, saw 'The Red Crawl,' Mr.Cleek--I, too!" "You, Miss Lorne ?" "Yes.

I made up my mind that I would--that, if it existed, I would have absolute proof of it.

The countess and her brother had scoffed so frequently, had promised the baron so often that they would set a servant on guard in the corridor to watch, and then had said so often to poor, foolish, easily persuaded Athalie that it was useless doing anything so silly, as it was absolutely certain that her father only imagined the thing, that I--I determined to take the step myself, unknown to any of them.

After everybody had gone to bed, I threw on a loose, dark gown, crept into the corridor, and hid in a niche from which I could see the door of the baron's room.

I waited until after midnight--long after--and then--and then--" "Calm yourself, Miss Lorne.