Chapter 40
“You!” Marie of Reist rose with a sudden swift movement from the sofa where she had been lying. “I trust that my visit is not as unwelcome as it seems to be surprising,” he remarked, crossing the room towards her. “I am taking advantage--” She held up her hand-a quick, impulsive gesture of silence. “Hush!” she whispered. “Do not say another word. Follow me and tread lightly.” He followed her into the circular stone wall, hung with ancient paintings, and where no light ever came save through those wonderful stained glass windows, the gift of an Emperor to Rudolph of Tyrnaus. They passed along a passage, up some stairs, and into a sitting-room. She closed the door softly, and stood for a moment with her hand still upon the handle, listening. Then, as all seemed quiet below, the fear pas
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