"Listen to me--Miss Standish--" She was gone, so suddenly that his movement to intercept her was futile, and she passed through the door before he could reach her.

Again he called her name, but her footsteps were almost running up the passageway.

He dropped back, his blood cold, his hands clenched in the darkness, and his face as white as the girl's had been.

Her words had held him stunned and mute.

He saw himself stripped naked, as she believed him to be, and the thing gripped him with a sort of horror.