"You wish to see the young lady ?" "Yes," I answered, "to first see her, and I do not know whether it will be necessary for me to make myself known to her.

Where is she ?" "Beyond Nystad," was his vague answer with a wave of his big fat hand in the direction of the dark pine forest that stretched before us.

"We shall be there about an hour after sundown." Then I re-entered the stuffy old conveyance that rocked and rolled as we dashed away over the uneven forest road, and sat wondering to what manner of place I was being conducted.
Elma Heath was in hiding.

Why?
I recollected her curious letter and remembered every word of it.

She wished Hornby to know that she had never revealed her secret.