Suddenly she heard a footstep, and turning round quickly, she saw coming towards her, in the moonlight, the figure of Admiral Bartram.  Transfixed with terror, she watched him coming nearer and nearer.  He did not seem to see her, and as he almost brushed past her she heard him exclaim:  “Noel, I don’t know where it’s safe.  I don’t know where to put it.  Take it back, Noel.”

Magdalen, realising that the admiral was walking in his sleep, followed him closely.  He went to a drawer in a cabinet and took out a folded letter, and putting it down before him on the table, repeated mechanically, “Take it back, Noel—­take it back!”

Looking over his shoulder, Magdalen saw that the paper was the secret trust.  She watched the admiral replace it in another cabinet, and then walk back silently to his bed.  In another moment she had taken possession of the letter, when a hand was suddenly laid on her wrist, and the voice of old Mazey exclaimed, “Drop it, Jezebel—­drop it!”

Dragging her away, old Mazey locked her in her room for the night; but early the following morning relented, and allowed her to leave the house.

Three weeks later Admiral Bartram died, and though Magdalen instructed her solicitors to set up the secret trust, and though the house was searched from top to bottom, the letter could not be found.  In consequence, the property passed to George Bartram, who, two months later, married Norah Vanstone.

Magdalen gave up the struggle in despair, and not daring to return to her people, sunk lower and lower until she reached the depths of poverty.  At last, in a wretched quarter in the East End, she came to the end of her resources.  Ill and almost dying, the people from whom she rented her one miserable room determined to send her to the workhouse.  A crowd collected to watch her departure.  She was just about to be carried to a cab, when a man pushed his way through the crowd and saw her face.

That man was Captain Kirke, who had seen her at Aldborough.  He at once gave instructions for her to be taken back into the house, paid a sum down for her proper treatment, and secured the services of a doctor and a nurse.  Every day he came to inquire after her, and when at last, after weeks of suffering, her strength returned, it was he who brought Norah and Miss Garth to her.

After the long separation the two sisters had much to tell one another.  Norah, who had bowed patiently under her misfortunes, had achieved the very object for which Magdalen had schemed in vain.  She had obtained, through her marriage with George Bartram, the fortune which her father had intended for her.  Among other things which she related to Magdalen was the account of how she had discovered the secret trust simply by chance.  By the discovery of this document, Magdalen became entitled to half her late husband’s fortune; for, the secret trust having failed, the law had distributed the estate between the deceased’s next of kin—­half to Magdalen and half to George Bartram.  Taking the paper from her sister’s hands, Magdalen tore it into pieces.