After Storm, The Sunshine

"Not for your own?"

"I have lost all that made life sweet. My wife is in heaven. For me earth holds nothing but penitence and remorse."

"I am not so sure about that. I have better news for you even than the news I have told. My dear friend, can you bear a great shock--a shock of joy?"

He sprung up in bed, electrified.

"Speak!" he gasped. "Oh, for God's sake----"

"Your wife is alive!"

There was a simultaneous cry.

Mr. Bryson hurried on rapidly: "Sybilla Silver stabbed her, and threw her over upon the shore. Mr. Parmalee picked her up--not dead, but badly wounded--took her on board a vessel--took her finally to America. Sybilla Silver deceived your poor wife as she deceived us all. Lady Kingsland thought it was you, Sir Everard. But she is alive and well, and in Worrel at this very moment. Our first business is to cage our bird before she flies. Can you aid us any, Sir Everard? Where are we most likely to find her?"

"At the Court," the baronet answered. "She left here to go there--to kill my mother with her horrible news, if she could."

"We will leave you now," Mr. Bryson said, rising. "Come, gentlemen; Sir Everard wants to be alone. I am off to secure my prisoner."