The sight of that blood--the life-blood of his bride--seemed to freeze the very heart in his body.

With a low moan he lay in his servant's arms like a dead man.
"He has fainted," said the voice of Sybilla Silver.

"Lift him up and carry him to the house." "Wait!" cried some one.

"What is this ?" He tore the fluttering garment off the projection and held it up to the light.
"My lady's Injy scarf!" No one knew who spoke--all recognized it.

It was a little Cashmere shawl Lady Kingsland often wore.