“Yes!” came the answer, prompt and decided.
He gazed at her with such an expression as a 266 painter of hell might put into the face of a lost soul, and he said, faintly, in a kind of articulate moan:
“I might have known!”
Suddenly there came from the outer night the exclamation, quick and distinct:
“Whoa!”
CHAPTER XIV.
THE BROKEN SWORD.
The sound wrought a transformation in Colden. His face lighted up with malevolent joy.