"I hope I have not startled you," the girl began. "You look frightened."
"But where have you come from?" Reynolds asked, not yet sure that he was in his right mind.
"From the other room, of course," and again Glen smiled. "You need not look at me that way for I am no ghost. I do not feel like one, anyway."
Reynolds gave a sigh of relief, and a thrill of joy swept over him. It was almost too good to be true. He had found the girl at last!
"Are you feeling better now?" Glen asked.
Reynolds put his hand to his face, and glanced at the rags upon his body.
"I am not sure," he doubtfully replied. "But perhaps I shall when this beard is removed and I get some decent clothes. I must be a fearful looking object."
"I have seen you look better. But, then, you need not worry, Klota will attend
