Fred M. White, The Mystery of the Ravenspurs
“ Ralph growled. "In a measure, I might say that I had seen it. Many a time at night have I lain in a flower-bed under that woman's window and heard her reading from the diary or writing in it. That is why I asked no questions when you came in. I knew you had been successful. And now, Princess Zara, it is my turn."Ralph's voice dropped to a whisper, an intense, burning whisper of hate and vengeance. He rose and paced the room like a caged bird."What will be her fate?" asked Geoffrey."Burn her, slay her, hang her," Ralph cried. "No death is too painful, too loathsome for a creature like that. ”
