One of her arms stole round his neck and held him to her.
"Oh, my darling, my darling, how I have loved you," he heard her whisper. "Why did you come to me so late?"
Like a chill of death the words went through his brain.
"Tell me—everything," he whispered.
"Yes—before I die—if I can."
"Who are you?" he said. "What is your real name?"
"Nora O'Guire. I am Kitty Lambton's youngest daughter. I told you her story."
"And Patsy?"
"He was my father."
"Was?"