there to spy; that one, at all events, was disguised--cleverly, yet not
cleverly enough quite to hide his identity. But Knight said good-bye, and
went away with his friends, giving the girl no chance for further talk
with him.

They did not meet again until--with the Countess de Santiago--Annesley
arrived at the obscure church chosen for the marriage ceremony. There Dr.
Torrance awaited them outside the door, and took charge of the bride,
while the Countess found her way in alone; and Annesley saw through the
mist of confused emotion her Knight of love and mystery waiting at the
altar.

During the ceremony that followed he made his responses firmly, his eyes
calling so clearly to hers that she answered with an almost hypnotized
gaze. His look seemed to seal the promise of his words. In spite of all
that was strange and secret and unsatisfying about him, she had no
regrets. Love was worth everything, and she could but believe that he
loved her. This strong conviction went with the girl to the vestry, and
made it easier to turn away when his name--his real name, which she,
though his wife, was not to know--was recorded by him in the book.

They parted from Torrance, Morello, and the Countess at the church door,
an arrangement which delighted Annesley. In the haste of making plans,
she and Knight had forgotten to discuss what they were to do after the
wedding and before their departure; but Knight had found time to decide
the matter.

"These people were the best material I could get hold of at a moment's
notice," he remarked, coolly, when he and Annesley were in the motor-car
he had hired for the journey to Devonshire. "We've used them because we