"God A'mighty!" he hoarsely exclaimed, pointing, "what's that ?" They followed the direction of his finger to the floor, and saw a sluggish thin dark trickle making its way underneath the door.

Mr.Pendleton stooped and examined it, but rose immediately.
"There's been trouble in there," he said, with a pale face.
"How could anybody get in ?" said Thalassa sullenly.

"The door is locked from the inside, and it's two hundred feet from the windows to the bottom of the cliffs." "Oh, for pity's sake stop talking and do something," cried Mrs.Pendleton hysterically.

"My poor brother may be dying." She rattled the door-handle.
"Robert, Robert, what is the matter?
Let me in.

It is I--Constance." "We must break in the door," said Dr.Ravenshaw.