At last, we drew up before the grey stone building, whose barred
windows and high wall marked the prison.
"Here we are," I said, and helped her to alight.
Godfrey greeted the door-keeper as an old friend, and, after a
whispered word, we were allowed to pass. A guard showed us into a
bare waiting-room, and Godfrey hastened away to explain our errand to
the warden.
"Won't you sit down?" I asked, but my companion shook her head, with a
frightened little smile, and paced nervously up and down, her hands
against her heart. How riotously it was beating I could guess--with
what hope, what fear....
There was a quick step in the corridor, and she stood as if turned to
stone.
Then the door was flung open, and, with radiant face, she walked
straight into the outstretched arms of the man who stood there. I
heard her muffled sob, as the arms closed about her and she hid her
face against his shoulder; then a hand was laid upon my sleeve.
"Come along, Lester," said Godfrey softly. "This case is ended!"
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