he pilot returned to his plane, it lifted from the lawn, droned off into the twilight.
Then they approached the cool white villa that stood invitingly a hundred yards or so away beyond sunken gardens.
As they neared it, a handsome, well-preserved woman whose face reflected Marjorie's own beauty came toward them. Lines of suffering were still evident around her sensitive mouth, but her dark eyes were radiant.
"Mother!"
"My poor darling!"
They rushed into each other's arms, clung, sobbing and laughing.
Kendrick was glad when these intimate greetings were over and he had met Mrs. Blake.
They were in the drawing-room now, listening to a somewhat more lucid account of their daughter's experiences and those of her rescuer. Marjorie was doing most of the talking, but every now and again she would turn to Kendrick for verification.
"Heavens!" gasped Mrs. Blake, finally. "Can such things be possible?"