nervous movement. The crystal, left to itself, rolled off the table to the floor, and fell with a thud unbroken on the soft carpet. And I could hear the intake of Emmeline’s breath.

At that moment the double porti�re was pulled apart, and some one stood there in the red light from the Japanese lantern.

“Is Mr. Foster here? I want him to come with me,” said a voice. And it was the voice of Rosa.

Just behind her was Sullivan.

“I expected you’d be here,” laughed Sullivan.