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n London. l shall not pursue you,
but there are others who seek your
life. on whom the charm of Lady Prue
might be exercised in vain. Unite his
hands and set him free"
When he was obeyed and Robin had
returned his pockets to their proper
place. Reachcombe restored their raw
ished contents, reserving only one OBJ
! ject. With his eyes fastened upon that,
Robin pocketedA his we'll furnished
purse. his handkerchief and other be-
longings, and hen held out his hand
once more.
Your pardon. Lord Beachcombe, you
have forgotten my wallet"
The contents of that wallet, Sir
H~ighwaynan. concern matters of too
great Importance for either of us to
deal with. 1t shall be placed in the
hands of those most interested-when
you are out of their reach,'' was the
reply, ~pompously delivered.
II cannot leave this place without
that wallet" said Robin resolutely.
Its worth more h life to me. n
rather than purchase my freedom at
the price of it's surrender. 1 will re-
main here and risk the worst
"Robin!" cried Prue. in a voice OF
anguish. Have pity on me If not on
YOURSELF"
Would you have me sacrifice a hum
dred lives to save my own??" said
Robin. unflinchingly. though pale to-
the lips. With dropping head. she sank
upon a bench, her courage for the first
time failing. Lord Beachcombe looked
from n to the other with a scowl
as black as thunder, then with s sud
den impulse snatched up the wallet
and almost flung it into Robins hand.
Coz he shouted; go quickly. be-
fore l have time to repent my folly.
and remember that other swords will
soon be thirsting for your life" and
he laughed harshly. as he turned
Il 1hYpynf1N Vyo oa1 ,nlIro -. A.. f~r
ther end of the hall.
Then Robin approached Prue and
taking her hand, said gently: "A
thousand pardons. dear heart of my
heart. / must seem an ~ungrateful
] churl; but oh, If you could know
j will write"
Yes. yes" h interrupted feverish-
~. but now go Quickly-every mo-
ment,s delay is fatal to you-and to
me. the last words We're murmured
inaudibly. 'How soon can you reach
some safe concealment?"
Very soon; in less than an hour
he said. II cave you in Steve's care;
he will conduct o home and protec.
You with his life"
First YOU must take him with you
and send him back when you are on
the road to safety. 4 have pledged
3our precious packet" she said, smil-
ing hrayely up at him." and whe
Steve returns to say you are safe. I
shall give it to Lord Beachcombe. 1t
is the price of your ransom.'
but you--"
Don't you understand she cried.
impatiently. that 1 am like a cat?
No matter where / am thrown. I al
ways fal! on my feet. DO not fear
me. do not attempt to see me again,
Farewell"
1t "a no place for the tender adfeux
OF parting lovers. He pressed her hand
~passionately to his lips. threw his cloak
round him. and with a brief salute to
Beachcombe-who took no notice of it
strobe away. followed by Steve.
When their footsteps ceased to re-
Verberate under the ~colonnade. Beach
combe approached Prue with a friend
ly smile.
Permit me, dear v~iscountess. to Of
fer my congratulations" he said. "You
nave indeed prepared a charming sur
prise for your friends-and enemies. IL
n SO adorable could by any posi-
biltty have any such"
Her answering laugh had the old ring
of sweet. contagious mirth. .sCircum-
stances nave forced me to reveal my
secret rather prematurely,' she said.
but can trust your lordship's dis
cretition not to share it-with my dear
friends-and enemies"
"Oh. we will give your husband time
to escape before we impart the joyful
news to--Sir Godfrey Beaudesert. for
example,
Prue experienced an unpleasant
shock as he pronounced this name. in
a tone of malevolent triumph. This
man.. who had no cause to love either
herself or Robin, evidently purposed
using the secret he had torn from her
In some hateful scheme of retaliation,
OF which Sir Godfrey was to be the
victim and executioner.
Why Sir Geoffrey?" she murmured.
half to herself.
Because 1 hate Sir Geoffrey,'' said
Beachcombe. with cold bitterness. .He
has insulted me and triumphed over
me-whO can know how so we'll az YOU?
he a wOrsted me in q duel and boasts
that ne will tame the lovely sorce-
self among them-to their undoing. I
hate him and I shall never be salts |
He'd until ! see him reft Of what 1 also !
have lost-impoverished-in a debtors
prison he checked himself at tho
sight Of the indignant horror his words |
went on. less vehemently. "It will sat-
fsfy me, for the present. to feel my
power over him. without using 1t. How F
can l accommodate your ladyship
while o wait for the captains mes |
senger? You cannot wait here; will
you honor me by accepting the poor
hospitality Of my house?'
Il can perfectly well wait here she |
replied. seating herself on the bench. |
countess would be somewhat
amazed to receive q visit from me at |
5 o'clock in the morning-in my ball
dress. Even the Widow Brooke must |
draw the line somewhere"
CHAPTER XVI.
PREPARATIONS FOR A JOURNEY. |
Mr.. Moses Aarons sat in his private |