“What⁠—” he began, and stopped, for without so much as a glance at him, my lady ran towards the prisoner, crying:

“Harry! Oh, Harry!”

Jack gathered that he was the person addressed, and instantly made her an elaborate leg.

The next moment she was tugging at the lapels of his coat, with her face upturned to his.

“Harry, you wicked boy!” she cried, and added beneath her breath: “My name is Molly!”

A laugh sprang to my lord’s eyes and his beautiful smile appeared.

In a stupefied fashion O’Hara watched him steal an arm about her waist, and place a hand beneath her chin. The next instant a kiss was planted full on the little lady’s lips, and he heard Jack Carstares’ voice exclaim: