"I cannot believe that the face at the window was other than that of
Elliston's; and yet she called him Hubert. It must be that there is a
mistake somewhere, and it seems to me that the mad girl is more apt to
be deceived than I."
Once more Dyke Darrel returned to the house.
Sibyl Osborne lay in a dead faint on the floor. The detective began
chafing her hands at once, and loosened her corsage.
A morocco case fell to the floor.
It was the one containing the alleged picture of Hubert Vander. Under
the circumstances Dyke Darrel believed he was justified in examining
it.
He opened the case, and was soon gazing at the face of a handsome man.
Although smoothly shaved, the face of the photograph was that of
Harper Elliston!
A horrid suspicion now took possession of the detective's brain.
Securing case and photograph on his own person, Dyke Darrel proceeded
in his efforts to bring the girl back to life.
He was soon rewarded.
"It was Hubert."
These were the first words uttered by the girl when she opened her
eyes. Her hands were stained with blood from cuts made by the glass.
She gazed at the blood, and grew suddenly deathly pale.
"My God! he has tried to murder me!"
Then she came to her feet, flinging her tangled golden hair about
wildly, and shrank to the far corner of the room.
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