Peggy was now in front, and seeing that light came also through the keyhole, she stooped and looked through it. The next instant she uttered a dreadful shriek, and staggered back into Margaret's arms. "The man!" she cried; "the man in black velvet!"
A chair was hastily pushed back in the room below; steps crossed the floor, and as Margaret flung open the door, another door at the further end of the room was seen to close softly.
CHAPTER VIII.
CUBA LIBRE.
"But, Marguerite, when I tell you that I know!"
"But, Rita, my dear, how can you know?"
"Look at me; listen to me! Have you your senses?"
"Most of them, I hope."