If she isn't with me in that time, then good-bye to Lady Kingsland and my keeping her secret." Ten minutes passed.

As he replaced his watch a light step sounded on the frozen snow, a shadow darkened the entrance, and Lady Kingsland's pale, proud face looked fixedly at him in the moonlight.

He took off his hat and threw away his half-smoked cigar.
"My Lady Kingsland!" She bowed haughtily, hovering aloof.
"You wished to see me, Mr.Parmalee--that is your name, I believe.
What is it you have to say to me ?" "I don't think you really need to ask that question, my lady.

You know as well as I do, or I'm mistaken." "Who are you ?" she demanded, impatiently, impetuously.

"How do you come to know my secret?
How do you come to be possessed of that picture ?" "I told you before.