from my mind as it had come; and if the name Yndaia had disturbed me, or seeing the scarlet ensign on his breast, or perhaps both coupled, had seemed to stir some distant memory, I did not know. Only it seemed as though, in mental darkness, I had felt the presence of some living and familiar thing — been conscious of its nearness for an instant ere it had vanished utterly.

The Sagamore’s face had become a smooth, blank mask again.

“What has this maid, Lois, to do with Catharines-town?” I asked. “Devils live there in darkness.”

“She did not say.”

“You do not know?”

“No, Loskiel.”

“But,”