In a moment the low tapping was repeated.
“Who’s there?” I inquired, crossing and drawing aside the heavy portière.
“Wilfrid!” whispered a low voice. “Can you see me? I must speak with you at once.”
I started as though I had received a blow. It was Sybil herself!
Chapter Six.
Contains a Curious Confession.
I unlocked the door, and opening it, met the love of my youth standing there in the darkness.
“Wilfrid!” she gasped, in a low whisper, “I—I want to speak to you. Forgive me, but it is very urgent. Come along here—into the blue room. Come, there is no time to lose.”