“I pray you be not alarmed, young lady,” said Old King Brady, in an undertone. “We are friends!”
“Who—who are you?” she asked. “Have you come to take me away?”
“Perhaps so,” said Old King Brady, closely searching for any possible evidence of insanity.
But there was none.
He was satisfied of this.
No doubt she was confined here against her will. Perhaps she was the victim of some cowardly plot.
“Oh, I am thankful!” she said, joyfully. “For my prayer is answered. I shall die if I remain longer in this awful place!”
Old King Brady drew close to the bars of the cell door.
“Come a little nearer, young lady,” he said. “We are in danger of being overheard.”
She drew nearer.