"I don't think we need any further proof of this lady's guilt.

You have played ghost to some purpose, my dear Lady Kingsland.

Come in, gentlemen.

We'll have no trouble carrying off our prize." He paused, and stepped back with a blanched face, for Lady Kingsland lay writhing in the last agony.
With a wild cry, Mildred threw herself on her knees by her mother's side.
"Mamma--dear mamma--don't look like that! Harriet is not dead.

She is here alive.