"But—alone? You will venture into the dreadful region alone?"
"Quite alone, Constance."
"And—and—your reputation, Angela?"
Angela laughed merrily.
"As for my reputation, my dear, it may take care of itself. Those of my friends who think I am not to be trusted may transfer their affection to more worthy objects. The first thing in the emancipation of the sex, Constance, is equal education. The next is——"
"What?" for Angela paused.
She drew forth from her pocket a small bright instrument of steel, which glittered in the twilight. Not a revolver, dear readers.
"The next," she said, brandishing the weapon before Constance's eyes, "is—the LATCH-KEY."