Scene, Norway--midnight.
Mysterious maiden steals out of a cave and glides away in a boat over the water; man, the hero, goes into cave, finds a stone coffin, says--'Qu'est-ce que c'est?
Dieu! C'est la mort!' Spectacle affreux! Staggers back perspiring; meets mad dwarf with torch; mad dwarf talks a good deal--mad people always do,--then yells and runs away.

Man comes out of cave and--and--goes home to astonish his friends; one of them won't be astonished,--that's me!" "I don't care," said Errington.

"It's a true story for all that.

Only, I say, don't talk of it before the others; let's keep our own counsel--" "No poachers allowed on the Sun-Angel Manor!" interrupted Lorimer gravely.

Philip went on without heeding him.
"I'll question Valdemar Svensen after breakfast.