Jupiter burned and blazed at Roy Lee. The little Earth shuddered. An island fell into the sea and set the ice coffins dancing. Winds howled requiems in the steeply crags above his head. At the north some breaking ice fields groaned a knell. Roy Lee did not hear them; he was listening for something else—to hear Regan fall! Slowly, shielding his eyes from the full sight with his hand, he turned partly toward him to look. All the earthly horror of his crime came sweeping to his soul. There were no voices to cry “murder,” unless he heralded himself! No newspaper would put his name under that awful combination of letters! If it were chronicled, his own hand must cut it into the rock! But some things were the same. Human love, human hate and human ferocity were just the same in the one sphere as in the other! Oh! he was dead! Man of earth might be horrified! The heart of that one man of the star was triumphant above all horror! Oh! he was dead! Roy Lee looked out upon the shady north, where there was neither red Jupiter nor pale sun, pausing a moment yet before he could gaze upon his achieved triumph. Blue-black sky was cut across by a bank of unmelted white snow framed in by lava cliffs. There, with face stern and awful, his silver hair flowing about his head, his crimson robe clear against the violet sky, his grand form upright, his shining staff uplifted as if to call down God’s vengeance, stood Father Renaudin! Beside him was Isabella, of the superb beauty of the moment seeming a part, with ashen face, parted lips, and steady eyes gazing past him, ever past Roy Lee, at something else! “When the torch dies out we shall not see again until we see in Heaven!” He remembered he had told her that. Now, at what was she looking? Roy turned to where Regan had stood. He stood there still, and from the point of the withdrawn dagger he was shaking his own heart’s blood! “Father Renaudin, come here!” cried Roy Lee, in an awful voice. “Come here! Am I mad, or has the world gone mad? I’ve killed a man! I’ve killed him and he does not die!” “There is no God!” whispered Regan, “there is no God! There can be none, but, if there were one, all-merciful and a rememberer of the agony of human hearts, He would permit this!” CHAPTER X. UNDER THE LIGHT OF TWO SUNS. “Traitor and murderer, Roy Lee!” said Regan. Then Roy saw that close beside him stood Isabella. She clasped his cold hand. “It was for Isabella,” whispered Roy, “and I shall kill you again!” Another island fell into the sea. The ice of the north waved and crashed. None of them heard it. Father Renaudin came to draw Isabella from Roy’s side. “I will not leave him!” said she, clinging fast to the arm of a murderer. For woman’s love does not change for spheres or stars, neither for murders! “Can it be possible that it was for jealousy that you struck?” exclaimed Regan. “Yes!”