The blood rushed into Lord Clare’s face, but before he could speak, Turner left the room.

CHAPTER XIII.
THE WEIRD WEDDING.

“Turner!”

“My lord!”

“Have you prepared the dress I spoke of?”

“It is ready: what shall I do with it, my master?”

“Leave it in my room. The preparations, are they all made?”

“All.”

“And you will be ready to start at a moment’s warning, night or day?”

“The mules are saddled now; every thing packed!”