“An old servant has just been to return me a sovereign she once stole. It weighed on her conscience. I asked her about a certain diamond pin. She looked haggard, and fled incontinently. Verily, all is for the funniest in this funniest of all possible worlds.” Rhodanthe broke into her silvery laugh. Goddard joined in grimly and looked at her. For desire of her he had committed murder. He was laughing and jesting with her husband and herself. Gleam was right. It was the most humorous of worlds. Then his mind went back to the terrible moment of his life, and his heart gave a great heave, and his lips moved noiselessly. “God, forgive me!” THE END End of Project Gutenberg's The Demagogue and Lady Phayre, by William J. Locke