CHAPTER II

SHE HURRIED FROM THE ROOM in terror. Marsland remained a few minutes examining the papers that had been taken from the pocket-book.

With the lamp in his hand he was compelled to descend cautiously, and when he reached the foot of the staircase the girl had left the house. He extinguished the lamp he was carrying, relit the lantern, and stepped outside. The lantern showed him the girl waiting for him some distance down the path.

“Oh, let us leave this dreadful house,” she cried as he approached. “Please take me out of it. I am not frightened of the storm—now.”

“I will take you wherever you wish to go,” he said gently. “Will you tell me where you live? I wil