“Nay, do not be alarmed; he can never do you harm. His name is also Ralph Moulton, his——” “His son—oh, no—do not tell me that I have a brother, too, who is steeped in crime,” she moaned, in a voice of anguish. “Forgive me, my friend, for thus causing you to suffer. He is no brother of yours, but a nephew of the elder Moulton.” “Thank Heaven that he is no nearer to me than a cousin!” she said, with a sigh of relief, then added: “And I thank Heaven too, sir, that you have come here to-day; for of course all these unfortunate captives will be restored to their homes and friends. But—please—will you not tell me who their deliverer is?” “I do not claim to be their deliverer; I am only working in unison with others. But my name is Fredrich Weimher.” “Oh, yes! I know you now. Mr. Ellerton has told me all about you,” she returned, with a brilliant smile. “But come, we have nearly forgotten him; let us hasten to impart to him the glad tidings that he is once more free!” “In one moment. But tell me that when we leave this place to-night you will accompany us,” he asked, with an expression of his eyes that revealed much more of meaning than his words conveyed. “I would gladly do so, but my uncles, who will probably remain here for the present, must decide my destiny. They are all the friends I have,” she replied. “I know they are all the relatives you have, but I cannot leave this place until you are free. If I can gain their consent, will you make one of Miss Dupont’s party, until other arrangements can be made for you? This is no fitting place for a lady!” “Willingly, with Miss Dupont’s leave,” she smiled. “Thanks,” he returned, fervently. “And now I am ready to go to my friend.” She turned, and sweeping aside the drapery, pressed upon a spring, and the heavy stone before mentioned swung back. She then blew a tiny silver whistle which hung at her girdle, and stood waiting. Almost instantly Robert Ellerton parted the hangings in his room and appeared. “Mr. Ellerton, come quick!” she exclaimed, her beautiful face all aglow with glad triumph. There was a joyous ring in her voice that made him quicken his steps, and he had hardly entered her boudoir when his hand was warmly grasped, and the word “Robert!” was uttered in familiar and welcome tones. “Fredrich! Heaven bless you, my boy, how came you here?” Gently as they could they told him the whole story, and notwithstanding that he was somewhat prepared to learn that harm had happened to his darling, still his suffering was pitiful when he learned the extent to which the villains had carried their vile plottings. Dora herself was not paler than he at this moment, and they had hardly finished their account, when he sprang wildly to his feet and begged them to take him to her. Vivien went up to him and said, gently: