As the bright blaze of light illumined the corridor Faynie beheld the
dark form of a man creeping toward her.
"Great Scott! Some one must have touched an electric button
somewhere--the wrong button!" he cried, instantly springing behind a
marble Flora--but not before Faynie had distinctly beheld him, being
herself unseen, because she was standing in the dense shadow.
"It is he! It is Lester Armstrong!" was the cry that sprang from her
terrified heart to her lips, but no sound issued from them as they
parted.
She leaned back faint and dizzy against the wall, unable to utter even
the faintest sound. "So this is Claire's lover--the Lester she told me
about--whom she is soon to marry! The dastardly wretch who wrecked my
life and left me for dead under the cold, drifting snow heap," was the
thought that flashed through her dazed brain as she watched him, with
bated breath and dilated eyes.
"It was only a false alarm; nobody would be roaming through the
corridor of this place at this ghostly hour!" he muttered, sallying
forth.
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