In it is a picture--her picture--the only one I have.

Will you--please--destroy the picture before you give the locket to Marie ?" Father Roland saw the quick, sudden throb in David's throat.

He gripped the little box in his hand until it seemed as though he would crush it, and his heart was beating with the triumph of a drum.

He spoke but one word, his eyes meeting David's eyes, but that one word was a whisper from straight out of his soul, and the word was: "_Victory!_".