'Why are you doing that ?' I asked, and he laughed and said, 'Wait, you will see.' At the top of the hill we got out of the carriage and walked across the open plateau.

In front of us, rising high above a little village, stood out a hideous white building.

My father asked if I knew what it was.

I said I guessed." "It was the prison," Chayne interrupted, quickly.
"Yes." "You went to it ?" Upon the answer to the question depended whether or no Chayne was to unravel his mystery, to-day.
"No," replied Sylvia, and Chayne drew a breath.

Had she answered "Yes," the suspicion which had formed within his mind must needs be set aside, as clearly and finally disproved.