Then there came a pressure against his breast, a gentle resistance, and he opened his arms so that the girl drew back from him.

Her lips were smiling at him, and in that smile there was gentle accusation, the sweetness of forgiveness, and he could see that with these there had come also a flush into her cheeks and a dazzling glow into her eyes.
"They are gone," she said tremblingly.
"Yes; they are gone." He stood looking down into her glowing face in silence.

Then, "They are gone," he repeated.

"They were the men who tried to kill me at Prince Albert.

I have let them go--for you.