The mill of silence

by Bernard Capes

[LIII. AN ATTEMPT AND A FAILURE.]

[LIV. A LAST CONFESSION.]

[LV. A SHADOW FROM THE PAST.]

[LVI. ALONE.]

[LVII. A PROMISE.]

[LVIII. THE “SPECTER HOUND.”]

[LIX. INTO THE DEPTHS.]

[LX. WHO KILLED MODRED?]

THE MILL OF SILENCE.

Yesterday came a knock at the door—a faint, tentative knock as from childish knuckles—and I went to see who it was. A queer little figure stood outside in the twilight—a dainty compendium of skirt and cape and frothy white frills—and a small elfish face looked up into mine through shimmering of hair, like love in a mist.