I listened attentively, and the cry was repeated.

I thought it sounded like Amenda's voice, but where it came from I could not conceive.

It drew nearer, however, as I approached the bottom of the garden, and at last I located it in a small wooden shed, used by the proprietor of the house as a dark-room for developing photographs.
"The door was locked.

'Is that you, Amenda ?' I cried through the keyhole.
"'Yes, sir,' came back the muffled answer.

'Will you please let me out?
you'll find the key on the ground near the door.' "I discovered it on the grass about a yard away, and released her.