the Temple, which signifies to her informers that she has understood all their communications, and knows everything. Her inquisitorial system is searching and elaborate, . . there is no secret so carefully guarded that the Black Disc will not in time reveal!" Theos listened wonderingly and with a sense of repugnance and fear, ... he felt as though the beautiful Priestess, with her glittering robes and the dreadful jewelled Eye upon her breast, were just then entering the room stealthily and rustling hither and thither like a snake beneath covering leaves. She was an ever-present Temptation,--a bewildering snare and distracting evil,--was it not possible to shake her trail off the life of his friend-and also to pluck from out his own heart the poison-sting of her fatal, terrible fascination? A red mist swam before his eyes--his lips were dry and feverish,--his voice sounded hoarse and faint in his own ears when he forced himself to speak again. "So thou dost think that, wheresoever Niphrata hath strayed, Lysia can find her?" he said. "Assuredly!" returned Sah-luma with easy complacency--"I would swear that, even at this very moment, Lysia could restore her to my arms in safety." "Then why" ... suggested Theos anxiously--"why not go forth and seek her now?" "Nay, there is time!" ... and Sah-luma half closed his languid lids and stretched himself lazily. "I would not have the child imagine I vexed myself too greatly for her unkind departure, . . she must have space wherein to weep and repent her of her folly. She is the strangest maiden!" ... and he brushed his lips lightly against the golden curl he held,--She loves me, . . and yet repulses all attempted passion,--I remember" ... here his face grew more serious--"I remember one night in the beginning of summer,--the moon was round and high in heaven,--we were alone together in this room,--the lamps burned low,--and she.. Niphrata, . . sang to me. Her voice was full, and withal tremulous,--her form, bent to her ebony harp was soft and yielding as an iris stem, her eyes turned upon mine seemed wonderingly to question me as to the worth of love! ... or so I fancied. The worth of love! ... I would have taught it to her then in the rapture of an hour!--but seized with sudden foolish fear she fled, leaving me dissatisfied, indifferent, and weary! No matter! when she returns again her mood will alter, . . and though I love her not as she would fain be loved, I shall find means to make her happy." "Nay, but she speaks of dying".. said Theos quickly ... "Wilt thou constrain her back from death?"