The Daily Alaska empire., 1933-04-07

she would make the best of him.
 If he were weak, she must try tt strengthen him; and if Morocco hat a bad effect upon him, she mus get him out of the country, anc never let him come back to it.
 And, in any case, they must gel out of this horrible place. It wa! like living in the Tower of Londor in the days of Richard the Third or Henry the Eighth.
 And meanwhile what to do? How to find Jules?
 How long had she been in thiS beastly room? And what would hap. pen if she merely sat tight? E. Isa Beth el Ain-her mother in lawl-had simply said, If you in- sist on remaining in this room, II leave it."
 Another hour passed, and a gnaw- ing hunger was added to Margaret's other troubles.
 If she grew tired of waiting, anc went away, would she be read mitted if she returned? i On the other hand, she would look rather foolish if she merely sat there suffering a self inflicted imprisonment. She was being ab- surd. Everybody had treated hei perfectly kindly and she had had nothing whatever of which to com plain-save for Raisuls incredible madness of last night. 1 Of course this woman Fl Isa Beth el Ain was bitterly jealous of her but surely she would do her own sons wife no harm, nor permit anybody else to injure her?
 Anyhow, this was no good.
 Springing up, Margaret went to the outer door and hammered upon it as Fl Isa Beth el Ain had told her to do. Almost at once the heavy lock was turned, a big bolt with drawn, and the door opened by Hassan el Miskeen.
 T want to find my husband, the Sidi Jules Maligni," she said; re- peated the statement in French and attempted it in a shocking jargon of Spanish and Arabic, as she realized it was waste of time ito address this dirty old man in English or French.
 Hassan el Miskeen, smiling pleas antly, shook his head and then, opening widely a cavernous mouth made patent the fact that he had no tongue.
 Margaret shuddered, pushed past him, and rushed down the corridor turned to the right at the end of it, and tried to remember whether the turning that she should take out of this passage was the third or fourth on the left, or the second orr third on the right.
 She could try both sides, and if one passage did not lead her to the stairs, another would. The second on the right seemed sfamiliar, and yes, there were the steep, worn stone steps that led down to the inner courtyard which was the garden and place of recre- lation.
 But no, this was wrong. There should be three flights of stairs and she had only come down two flights. Should she go back, or fol- low this gloomy tunnel-like passage in search of another descending flight of steps, and if so should she turn to the left or to the right? Well, she could explore in both directions, and return to these steps, if she did not find the other flight that she must descend to get down to the courtyard. She must not get lost. and she must not yield to panic. She must remember that she was an English girl, staying with her husband in the house where his parents dwelt. She must fight against this foolish fear, this idiotic feeling that she was caught, trapped and in some hideous danger.
 Turning the corner at the end or the passage, Margaret stopped. What was that sound? Had somebody coughed CT spoken or dropped something? Or had it been the sound of a footstep?
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