Securing case and photograph on his own person, Dyke Darrel proceeded in his efforts to bring the girl back to life.
He was soon rewarded.
"It was Hubert."
These were the first words uttered by the girl when she opened her eyes. Her hands were stained with blood from cuts made by the glass.
She gazed at the blood, and grew suddenly deathly pale.
"My God! he has tried to murder me!"
Then she came to her feet, flinging her tangled golden hair about wildly, and shrank to the far corner of the room.
"You have nothing to fear from me, Miss Osborne," said Dyke. "I am your friend."
"And Hubert's friend?"
"Yes, Hubert's friend, too."