At last she stopped before a narrow door hidden in the wall, and fumbled in her pocket for a key.

That moment Carroll was upon her.
"Forgive me, Miss Saltonstall--Maruja; but you must hear me! You are safe, but I fear for your maid, Faquita!" A little laugh followed his speech; the door yielded and opened to her vanishing figure.

For an instant the lace shawl muffling her face was lifted, as the door closed and locked behind her.

Carroll drew back in consternation.

It was the laughing eyes and saucy face of Faquita!.