I called louder. "_Miko!_ Stop!" My upflung voice mingled with Snap's agony of protest. Then Miko heard me. His head and shoulders showed up there at the helio-room oval. "You, Haljan?" Prince shouted, "I have made him yield. He will obey you if you stop that torture." I think that poor Snap must have fainted. He was silent. I called, "Stop! I will do what you command." Miko jeered, "That is good. A bargain, if you and Dean obey me. Disarm him, Prince, and bring him out." * * * * * Miko moved back into the helio-room. On the deck Coniston was advancing, but cautiously, mistrustful of me. "Gregg." George Prince flung a leg over the casement and leaped lightly into the dim chart-room. His small slender figure stood beside me, clung to me. "Gregg." A moment, while we stood there together. No ray was upon us. Coniston could not see us, nor could he hear our whispers. "Gregg." A different voice; its throaty, husky quality gone. A soft pleading. "Gregg-- "Gregg, don't you know me? Gregg, dear...." Why, what was this? Not George Prince? A masquerader, yet so like George Prince. "Gregg, don't you know me?" Clinging to me. A soft touch upon my arm. Fingers, clinging. A surge of warm, tingling current was flowing between us. My sweep of instant thoughts. A speck of human Earth-dust, falling free. That was George Prince, who had been killed. George Prince's body, disguised by the scheming Carter and Dr. Frank, buried in the guise of his sister. And this black-robed figure who was trying to help us-- "Anita! Dear God! Anita, darling! Anita!" "Gregg, dear one!" "Anita! Dear God!" * * * * * My arms went around her, my lips pressed hers, and felt her tremulous, eager answer. "Gregg, dear." "Anita, you!" The form of Coniston showed at our window. She cast me off. She said, with her throaty swagger of assumed masculinity: "I have him, Sir Arthur. He will obey us." I sensed her warning glance. She shoved me toward the window. She said ironically, "Have no fear, Haljan. You will not be tortured, you and Dean, if you obey our commands." Coniston gripped me. "You fool! You caused us a lot of trouble, didn't you? Move along there!" He jerked me roughly through the window. Marched me the length of the deck. Out to the stern-space; opened the door of my cubby; flung me in and sealed the door upon me. "Miko will come presently." I stood in the darkness of my tiny room, listening to his retreating footsteps. But my mind was not on him.... All the Universe in that instant had changed for me. Anita was alive! (_To be continued_) FOOTNOTES: [1] As early as 1910 it was discovered that an object magnetized under certain conditions was subject to a loss of weight, its gravity partially nullified. The Martel discovery undoubtedly followed that method.