Harry Danton held out his hand, with a faint sad smile.
"Good night," he said; "I am glad to have added another to the list of my friends.

I hope we shall meet soon again.

Good night, and pleasant dreams." "We shall meet as often as you wish," answered Reginald.

"You have my deepest sympathy.

Good night." The white, despairing face haunted Reginald Stanford's dreams all night, as if he had indeed been a ghost.