Thunder, lightning, rain, storm, all round! Suddenly I see Fritz, pale as death, wet through, totter up the path from the lake.
'Where is Sasha ?' I shriek out to 'im.

And 'e shake 'is 'ead despairingly--Sasha was in the lake!" The speaker stared before her with a look of vivid terror on her face.

It was almost as if she saw the scene she was describing--nay, as if she saw the pale, dead face of the drowned man.

It gave her companion a cold feeling of fear.
"And was it long before they found him ?" asked Sylvia in a low tone.
"They never did find 'im," said Madame Wachner, her voice sinking to a whisper.

"That was the extraordinary thing--Sasha's body was never found! Many people thought the money 'e 'ad on 'is person weighed 'im down, kept 'im entangled in the weeds at the bottom of the lake.