"Oh, this is so sudden and terrible! It is an avalanche--an earthquake!

It crushes me. It deprives me of reason!" groaned Lyon Berners, sinking

into a chair, and covering his face with his hands.

"Lyon, my friend, arouse yourself! Rise above this agony of despair, if

you would save your imperilled wife! She must fly from this house within

an hour, and you must accompany her," urged Captain Pendleton.

"I know it! I know it! But oh, Heaven! the anguish of my heart! the

chaos of my thoughts! Pendleton, think for me; act for me; tell me what

to do!" cried the strong man, utterly overwhelmed and powerless.

Captain Pendleton hurried into the supper-room, the scene of the late

revels, and brought from there a glass of brandy, which he forced his

friend to swallow.

"Now listen to me, Berners. Go and call your wife, take her to your

mutual room, tell her the necessity of instant flight. She is strong,

and will be equal to the occasion. Then, quickly as you can collect all

your money and jewels, and conceal them about your person. Dress

yourself, and tell her to dress in plain stout weather-proof

riding-habits. Do this at once. Meanwhile, I will go myself to the

stables, and saddle two of the swiftest horses, and bring them around to

the back door, so that no servant need to be taken into our confidence

to-night. When I meet you with the horses, I will direct you to a

temporary retreat where you will be perfectly safe for the present;

afterwards we can think of a permanent place of security. Now, then,

courage, and hurry!"

"My friend in need!" fervently exclaimed Lyon Berners, as they parted.

"I have further suggestions to make when we meet again. I have thought

of everything," Captain Pendleton called after him.

Lyon Berners went in search of Sybil, to the chamber of death, which was

now restored to order, and dimly lighted.




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