The officers had taken their leave after much handshaking and bowing. Left alone with Don Carlos, Standish, and with Lady Fermanagh, who had been a silent and puzzled witness of the proceedings, Myra suddenly felt her self-possession deserting her, and fled back to her own room.

“Why did I lie to save him?” she breathed, as she flung herself down on her knees by the bedside and buried her face. “Why?”

She did not need to ask the question. Her heart had given her the answer. She knew she had lied to save the man she loved.

There came a knock at the door, and she started up, hastily dabbing her eyes and trying to control herself.

“Come in,” she called faintly, after a pause, as the knock was repeated.

The door opened, and Don Carlos entered. He was pale, but his dark eyes were shining with happiness.

“Myra, darling,” he said huskily, and stopped, overcome by emotion.

He held out his arms.... Deep was calling unto deep. Love was calling. And Myra Rostrevor answered the call. She was in the arms of her lover, her conqueror, returning his passionate kisses with a fervour equal to his own.

“I love you, Carlos, I love you,” she whispered between kisses. “I love you although you have been such a brute. If I had denounced you as El Diablo Cojuelo, what would have happened?”

“I should have confessed, then killed myself,” Carlos answered. “Without you, beloved, life meant nothing to me. I staked all in the hope that you would prove you loved me, and I won! I feared that although I had made you mine I had failed to win your heart. Say again that you love me, dear heart, and will love me always.”

“I love you, darling, I love you with all of me,” Myra murmured, kissing him passionately. “I realise now that I have loved you for a long time, and was only afraid to confess myself conquered because I feared you only wanted to win me to gratify your pride.... Am I really your wife, dear?” she added, breathless and blushing, as she disengaged herself at last from his embrace.

“You are the wife of Cojuelo, or, rather the widow of Cojuelo, sweetheart,” Carlos answered. “But now that poor Cojuelo is dead, you are going to marry Don Carlos de Ruiz, who has decided to give up playing at being an outlaw and devote his life to loving the most beautiful, delicious, adorable woman in the world. Kiss me again, beloved....”

“I don’t know how to explain things, Carlos, to Lady Fermanagh, and don’t know what she will think of us,” said Myra, a little later. “And although it was nice of you to give credit to Tony for killing El Diablo Cojuelo, I shall feel dreadful when I have to tell him I am going to marry you.”

“Don’t worry, darling,” said Don Carlos. “I have already told Lady Fermanagh and Mr. Standish that you promised to marry me if I saved you from El Diablo Cojuelo. Mr. Standish is leaving for home immediately, but Lady Fermanagh will remain for our wedding.”

“You seem to have taken a great deal for granted, you wretch!” exclaimed Myra, dimpling into smiles. “As I know I am the wife of Cojuelo, I shall feel I am committing bigamy when I marry you, Carlos.”

“And I shall have the satisfaction of marrying a second time the loveliest girl in the world,” laughed Don Carlos happily, as he drew her unresisting into his arms again.

“I don’t know what to make of it all, Myra, but I suppose it will be best not to ask too many questions,” said Lady Fermanagh. “Rather odd, isn’t it, that the brigand Cojuelo should have married you when he was mortally wounded, and that you should have promised to marry Don Carlos, yet married the brigand although you were engaged to Tony?”

“Yes, perhaps it does seem rather odd, aunt,” admitted Myra, her eyes twinkling.

“Decidedly odd!” her aunt commented, with a wry smile. “I don’t think the matter will bear very close investigation, and I suppose it concerns only Don Carlos and you. Incidentally, I don’t know how Tony will explain matters in England, but I suppose that does not matter much either. Have you no regrets, Myra?”

“Yes,” answered Myra, after a pause. “I think I rather regret losing my first husband. But I feel quite sure Carlos will prove a good substitute.”