"And now it is an invitation to remain."
Her eyes were uplifted to mine. Slowly I drew her toward me, her arms were upon my shoulders, and our lips met.
"I love you," she said slowly. "Yes, dear, I love you."
Above us, his head thrust through the opening, Farrell called:
"Have you found her, Major? Shall I come down?"
"It's not necessary."
"The Colonel is half crazy, and the boy is getting back his senses."
We went up together, I bearing the candle in one hand, and helping her along the circular stairs with the other. In the upper hall I glanced below, but the bodies of the dead had been removed. Farrell stood bareheaded, a great figure on his short legs.
"This has been a fine night's work," he said steadily, "the last of Fagin's gang."
"Dead?"