Waiting alone in the chill gloom of the crypt, with the tender sweet orchard smell wafting in from outside, Lady Daniel thought once more of Doctor Lexington, the bold bandito who had been so gentle in her arms. He was now, according to The Times, recklessly endangering her life as well as his own.
   At that moment came the thud of fists, a muffled cry, fighting on the stairway, and she struggled in vain with her sudden panic. He was here! “There’s only ever been you, sweetheart!” he gasped in the outwardly-rough manner she had grown to love.
   Only in this moment of extremity could it have happened that the truth — the whole truth — slowly came home to her, and as the horror of these last months vanished in a blaze of joy, she woke up. Incredibly enough, it had all been a dream.