Then I held my breath, staggered and dumbfounded.
The colour must have left my cheeks, I think, for I was entirely unprepared for such a shock.
But I pulled myself together, bit my lip, and by dint of a great effort managed to remain calm.
Nevertheless, my heart beat quickly as I gazed upon the picture of that pretty face, that most open, innocent countenance, that I knew so well.
Those wide-open, trusting eyes, that sweet smile, those full red lips—ah!
And what was the secret? Aye, what, indeed?
CHAPTER V IN WHICH THE SHADOW FALLS
"A very charming portrait," Frayne remarked. "I see it was taken in London. We ought to have no great difficulty in discovering the original—eh, Treeton—if we find it necessary?"