She had hoped to see Lord Strathcairn, but he was not there.
“Come down, my Lord! You know what you are doing is wrong. Come down!”
Again Dr. Bronson was reasoning with his patient and Leona glanced at the Marquis to see if there was any response.
She saw there was an almost mischievous smile on his thick lips as, leaning over the battlements, he threw the claymore directly at the doctor!
Doctor Bronson moved just in time and the sword missed him by a hair’s breadth. As he jumped out of the way, the Marquis laughed a loud unrestrained laugh.
“Dead! All – dead!” he chortled happily and moved towards Leona.
She tried to escape him, but he caught her easily.
Now once again he held her suffocatingly close, his arms entwined about her and it was impossible to move.
“Leona – pretty – Leo
