wealth fell about his feet. He glared up at Dolores, laughing ghoulishly.

“That is well, Sancho,” Dolores said, and took his hand. “Now I will show thee the rest; and I know thou’lt never tell of it. I trust thee. Come. Put thy ear to this tapestry, and tell me what thou canst hear.”

Sancho laid his ear to the cloth, and his eye gleamed brightly. Milo stepped silently behind him.

“I hear Hanglip!” he gasped. “Is he, too, here?”

“He is outside the cliff. But whom else canst hear?”

“I hear Caliban — Spotted Dog — Stumpy — I hear a score as if they stood by my side! And Pascherette! By the fiend! She has played Rufe a trick! And me —