“Yes!” she gasps, in a feeble whisper.
“Very well. Remember!”
With a look of triumph upon his evil face, Gilbert Warrington leaps through the open window and disappears.
Violet staggers slowly to the door and unlocks it; then she falls to the floor in a swoon.
CHAPTER V.
A STRANGE OCCURRENCE.
Leonard Yorke threw open the door of the library and rushed into the room, Hilda following closely. His eyes fell at once upon the huddled heap upon the floor. A moment later he was kneeling beside the prostrate form, clasping the poor girl in his arms.
“Violet! Violet!” he cried, eagerly, anxiously, “open your eyes and let me hear you speak! Oh, Hilda, she is dead!”
Hilda Rutledge made an impatient gesture.