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crouching involuntarily. and clenching
the club ready to strike.

crouching involuntarily. and clcnching
the club ready to strike.
Good evening. Mr.. Glenarm!"
Marian Devereuxs voice broke the
silence, and Marian Devereux's face
with the full light of the lantern upon
It. was bent gravely upon me. Her
voice. as I heard Il there,-her face, as
saw 1t there,--are the things that |
shall remember last when my hour
comes to 20 hence from this world.
Her slim fingers, az they clasped the
wire screen of the lantern, held my
gaze for a second The red tam-O'
shanter that l had associated with her
youth and beauty was tilted rakishly
on one side Of her pretty head. To
find her here, seeking, like thief In
the night. for some means Of helping
Arthur Pickering. was the bitterest
drop IN the cup. felt as though had
been struck with bludgeOn.
81 beg your pardon!" she said, and
laughed. There doesn't seem to he
anything to say, does there? Well, we
do certainly meet under the most I'M
usual not to say unconventional, cir
cumstances, Squire Glenarm! Please
go away or turn your back. I want to
get out Of this donjOn keep"
She took my hand coolly enough and
stepped down into the passage. Then
| broke out stormily.
you don't seem to understand the
gravity of what you are doing. Don't
sou know that you are risking your
life in crawling through this house at
midnight THAT even to serve Arthur
Pickering life is a pretty big thing
to throw away? Your infatuatlon for
that BLACKBOARD seems to carry you
far, Miss Devereux.'
She swung the lantern at arm s
length back and forth so that its rays
at every forward motion struck my
face like a blow.
TT isn't exactly pleasant in this cav
ern. Unless you wish to turn me over
to the lord high executioner, l will bic
you good night"
But the infamy of this-of coming
In here to spy upon me-to help my
enemy-the man who Is seeking plum
der-doesn't seem to trouble you"
No Not a PARTICLE she replied
quietly. and then. with an impuden
= fling, "Oh, no." she held up the Lantern
to look at the wick. I'm really disap
pointed to find that you were little
. ahead of me- Squire Glenarm. l didn'
give you credit for so much--persever
= ance. But if you have the notes"
he In fol
notes, did he? The coward sent 20,
here to find them, after his other tool
failed him."
: She laughed that low laugh OF her
that was like the bubble of spring.
{ "Of course no one would dare den
she SAID witheringly
You can't know what your perfid
;, means to me-" said. That night a
= the Armstrong;, ! thrilled at the sigh
OF you. AS you came down the stat
C way thought OF you as my good angt
e and belonged to you.-all my life, Il
( better future that wished to make +
( your sake"
l. Please don't!" she exclaimed sc
z sowfully, the mirth all gone. fe
:, that my words had touched her; tn
d there were regret and repentance
0 her tone and in the gesture with whit
she turned from me.
y She hurried down the passage iowa
l. the chapel. swinging the lantern at b
o side, and l followed. still Mystic
g and angered by her composure. 81
l. even turned, with pretty courtesy,
@ hold the light for me at the cry
@ steps,-a service that l accepted ps
o force and with joyless acquiescence
O the irony of it. knew that l did n