I shall not be above a few moments.

It grows late." Freda had trembled as she passed the portal, but she did not tremble now.

She stood where she was bidden, and Arthur, for a very short time, disappeared in the darkness, and she heard the shooting of a bolt.

Then the turnkey came back and said, with a short laugh: "Thy master hath a long purse and a civil tongue.

I go to do his bidding, and refresh myself with a sup of good canary.