“Big Belle” came back and stood quietly beside the doctor. She had something to say to him and was awaiting his permission to speak. “She wishes me to send for her father,” she reported as Dr. Brookes turned to her. “She knows that she is dying, and is anxious to see him.” “Get his name,” was the doctor’s answer, but “Big Belle” smiled sadly. “I tried to,” she said, quickly, “but she lapsed into unconsciousness that minute.” “They may know his name in the office,” said the doctor. “I’ll go right down now and see if I can wire him.” As Dr. Brookes and Marion reached the door of the building, a breath of salt, fresh air came over the water. “What a mockery!” said Marion, with a heart-felt sigh. “Oh! this place is so beautiful with its wonderful, changing scenery, yet how sad are the hearts that dwell in these buildings. How weary are the eyes that gaze out on these waters!” The tramp of many feet came as an echo to her words. Marion turned, and through the iron grating saw the convicts marching to their luncheon. “Oh! do let me go in and see them!” she cried, impulsively. “It is the first time I have been in here, although I have been a month on the Island.” Dr. Brookes spoke to the turnkey who at once opened the great guard doors. As Marion stepped into the dim corridor, with its small high windows and bleak gray walls, she shuddered involuntarily as all do at their first visit to a prison. Tier after tier of cells rose above her head and now that the convicts were on their way to the dining-room she stood still for a moment and gazed morbidly into the blackness. Suddenly there was a cry from the doctor and a guard came running toward him. Dr. Brookes pointed with one hand toward a closed cell just above them, and with the other tried desperately to push Marion behind him. But he was a second too late, for Marion’s glance had followed his own, and for the next few minutes both stood speechless with horror. A man whose face was so familiar to Marion that her heart almost stopped beating when she recognized it, was hanging by the neck to the door of his cell. In the momentary excitement of the meal hour he had seized his opportunity, and when the guard at last cut him loose he was too far gone to be resuscitated. “Who is he?” asked Dr. Brookes, as they brought him down. Almost automatically the guard muttered the dead man’s number, but with ashen lips Marion gave the information. “His name is Lawson,” she said, in a whisper; “and he is the villain who boarded at my father’s home one summer. He was a hypnotist by profession, and he abducted my sister Dollie! He was sentenced to Sing Sing, so I had no idea that I would see him here.” The guard explained that he had been transferred to the Island by special order, only a few days previously. Reginald Brookes bit his lips in a burst of anger.