A cruel presentiment stabbed me to the heart.
In my agitation my foot overset a stone, which rolled noisily down the rocks.

The noise attracted the attention of the two seated below us.
They turned and looked searchingly towards the place where we were concealed.

Their faces were in plain sight.

As I looked at that of the woman I felt my heart cease beating and the colour leave my face.
I looked into Edith's face.

It was as pale as mine.
"What does it mean ?" she whispered.
"Miss Croyden," I answered, "Edith--it means this.