“Now, by the powers of evil, he shall lie uncoffined until those secretive lips read me the riddle they have half told!” she cried, pacing between bed and wall with uplifted arms and hard, glittering eyes. She suddenly paused in her wild walk, turned swiftly, and reached the bedside with the same subtle, gliding sweep that had carried her before Yellow Rufe; it was a characteristic movement with her — a compound of the gliding dart of the tiger-shark and the silent-footed pounce of its jungle brother. Milo roused from his dejection and sprang from his knees with amazing promptitude, but he had yet to round the bed-foot when the splendid fury stood panting over the corpse.

“Speak!” she cried, shaking the coverlet savagely. Milo, with horror in his shining face, gently removed her hand, then