The search will find nothing, except perhaps a dead body thrown upon the rocks to defy justice.

It is very regrettable, signorina; but it is so." Patsy was wringing her hands, frantic with terror.

Louise was white and staring.

Beth puckered her pretty brow in a frown and tried to think.
"Ferralti is also gone," murmured Louise, in a hoarse voice.

"They will rob or murder him with Uncle John!" "I am quite convinced," said Beth, coldly, "that your false count is a fellow conspirator of the brigand called Il Duca.