In a tumult of emotion Florence followed her guide up a rough staircase.
On the landing Mrs. Bradshaw opened a door and, standing aside, invited Florence to enter.
On a sofa, with his back to her, lay the figure of a man covered with a shawl.
"Richard!" said the visitor, eagerly.
The recumbent figure slowly turned, and revealed to the dismayed Florence, not the face of the man she expected to see, but that of Orton Campbell.
"Mr. Campbell!" she ejaculated, in bewilderment.
"I see you know me, Miss Douglas," said Orton Campbell, throwing off the shawl and rising from the couch.
For the first time it dawned upon Florence that she had walked into a trap. She hurried to the door and strove to open it, but Mrs. Bradshaw had locked it.
"What does this mean, Mr. Campbell?" she demanded with spirit, in spite of her terror. "Is this unworthy trick of your devising?"
"I am afraid I must confess that it is," said Orton, coolly.