In passing, the lad turned his face toward them for a moment--a bright, saucy, handsome face it was--and the next instant he went round an angle and disappeared.

Ormiston suppressed an oath.

Sir Norman stifled a cry of amazement--for both recognized that beautiful colorless face, those perfect features, and great, black, lustrous eyes.

It was the face of the lady they had saved from the plague-pit! "Am I sane or mad ?" inquired Sir Norman, looking helplessly about him for information.

"Surely that is she we are in search of." "It certainly is!" said Ormiston.