"Oh, oh, oh! You'll never know how I felt all that time.

It seemed a year.
Where did you get those awful-looking clothes, and--" "What--aw--oh, the coat?
Great Jehoshaphat! You don't mean to say that--" "I thought you were a detective!" she sobbed.

"Oh, how wretched I've been.

Pay the man, dear, and take me--take me any place where there is light.

I'm dying from the sight and sound of this awful night." Mr.Ridgeway lost no time in paying the driver and getting her on board the _Saint Cloud_.