I saw her flashing glance rest on me again and again, and her lips tremble as though she fain would speak, and yet was half afraid to do so.

Every moment I suspected more and more that she knew somewhat; but whether or no she would reveal this I dared not guess.

At the last the eager light died out of her eyes.

She answered that she had heard somewhat of the story, but that she herself knew naught.

The treasure had been lost many years before she had first seen the light, and men had long ceased to look for it, albeit there were many traditions that it would one day be found.