"So long as I am with you, Gerald, I care nothing," said Mavis, shivering and drawing closer to him, "but, oh, how can I go round to London by myself--I who have never been beyond my prison walls?"
"Sammy Lee will see to that, darling. You must be brave. And remember that I meet you at the end of your journey. Promise to be brave."
"Yes, yes; I promise," said Mavis, flushing, "but it is all very terrible to think that this is the world."
"This is Rebb's world," said Haskins tenderly, "but not the world of joy and peace and love in which you will dwell when we are married."
"Married? Oh, Gerald!"
"Yes." He kissed her now flushed cheek. "But tell me, Mavis, who killed that poor Bellaria?"
Mavis shivered again, although the cabin was warm. "I do not know," she said faintly. "Bellaria came back from London very terrified."
"I can guess why," murmured Gerald, thinking of the coral hand.
"She said that she might be killed, and made Geary give her that yellow-handled knife so that she might protect herself."
"Ah! So Rebb's story so far is true. Go on, dear."