"Yes," said the other surveying her. "You are quite as I recalled you. Very pretty, almost beautiful, save for a certain irregularity in your features. Not unpleasant, however." His eyes traveled over her body; automatically she drew back, shrinking away from him. "You have a seductive body," he continued. "A most seductive body; I regret that circumstances prevented our full enjoyment of it. But that will come. Yes, that will come!" "Oh!" said Pat faintly. It took all her determination to remain seated by the side of the horror. "You were extremely attractive as I attired you Saturday," the other proceeded. His lips took on a curious sensual leer. "I could have done better with more time; I would have stripped you somewhat more completely. Everything, I think, except your legs; I am pleased by the sight of long, straight, silk-clad legs, and should perhaps have received some pleasure by running these hands along them--scratching at proper intervals for the aesthetic effect of blood. But that too will come." The girl sprang erect, gasping and speechless in outraged anger. She turned abruptly; nothing remained of her determination now. She felt only an urge to escape from the sneering tormentor who had lost in her mind all connection with her own Nicholas Devine. She took a sudden step. "Sit down!" She heard the tones of the entity behind her, flat, unchanged. "Sit down, else I'll drag you here!" She paused in sheer surprise, turning a startled face on the other. "You wouldn't dare!" she said, amazed at the bald effrontery of the threat. "You don't dare touch me here!" The other laughed. "Don't I? What have I to risk? _He_'ll suffer for any deed of mine! You'll call for aid against me and only loose the hounds on _him_." Pat stared blankly at the evil face. She had no answer; for once her ready tongue found no retort. "Sit down!" reiterated the other, and she dropped dazedly to her position on the bench. She turned dark questioning eyes on him. "Do you see," he sneered, "how weakening an influence is this love of yours? To protect him you are obeying me; this is my authority over you--this body I share with him!" She made no reply; she was making a desperate effort to lash her mind into activity, to formulate some means of combating the being who tortured her. "It has weakened him, too," the other proceeded. "This disturbed love of his has taken away the mastery which birth gave him, and his enfeeblement has given that mastery to me. He knows now the reason for his weakness; I tell it to him too late to harm me." Pat struggled for composure. The very presence of the cold demon tore at the roots of her self-control, and she suppressed a fierce desire to break into hysterical laughter. Ridiculous, hopeless, incomprehensible situation! She forced her quivering throat to husky speech. "What--what are you?" she stammered. "Synapse! I'm a question of synapses," jeered the other. "Simple! Very simple! Ask your friend the Doctor!"