Robinson sat by the bedside, holding his patient's hand and feeling her pulse.

He placed his finger on his lips as the men entered gently, and at the same moment Mrs.Jasher's voice, weak from exhaustion, sounded through the room, which was dimly illuminated by one candle.

The newcomers halted in obedience to Robinson's signal.
"Who is there ?" asked Mrs.Jasher weakly, for, in spite of the care exercised, she had evidently heard the footsteps.
"Mr.Hope and Sir Frank Random," whispered the doctor, speaking into the dying woman's ear.

"They came in time to save you." "In time to see me die," she murmured; "and I can't die, unless I tell the truth.

I am glad Random is there; he is a kind-hearted boy, and treated me better than he need have done.