"Many things they threw," Lylda answered. "But I was so big," she smiled a little sad, twisted smile. "What they could do was as nothing. And because of that they fear and hate us so; yet never have I seen such fearless things as those they did. Death to the giants was their only cry. And I could have killed them--hundreds, thousands--yet never could I have made them stop while yet they were alive. "I told them Targo I would free. And in Orlog they laughed. For they said that he would free himself before I had returned." "He did," muttered the Big Business Man. "Targo escaped this afternoon," the Chemist explained. "He went to Orlog by boat and took----" He stopped abruptly. "Come into the house, Lylda," he added gently; "there are other things, my wife, of which we must speak." He rose to his feet, pulling her up with him. "Where is Jack," she asked, looking at the Big Business Man, who stood watching her gravely. "And where is Loto? Does he not want to see his mother who tried so----" She put her arms around the Chemist's neck. "So very hard I tried," she finished softly. "So very hard, because--I thought----" The Chemist led her gently into the house. The Doctor started to follow, but the Big Business Man held him back. "It is better not," he said in an undertone, "don't you think?" Oteo was standing near them, and the Big Business Man motioned to him. "Besides," he added, "I'm worried about Jack. I think we ought to go up after him. I don't think it ought to take us very long." "With Oteo--he knows the way," agreed the Doctor. "It's devilish strange what's keeping that boy." They found that although Oteo spoke only a few words of English, he understood nearly everything they said, and waiting only a moment more, they started up into the city towards Reoh's home. In the living-room of the house, the Chemist sat Lylda gently down on a cushion in front of the hearth. Sitting beside her, he laid his hand on hers that rested on her knee. "For twelve years, Lylda, we have lived together," he began slowly. "And no sorrow has come to us; no danger has threatened us or those we loved." He met his wife's questioning gaze unflinchingly and went on: "You have proved yourself a wonderful woman, my wife. You never knew--nor those before you--the conflict of human passions. No danger before has ever threatened you or those you loved." He saw her eyes grow wider. "Very strange you talk, my husband. There is something----" "There is something, Lylda. To-day you have seen strife, anger, hate and--and death. You have met them all calmly; you have fought them all justly, like a woman--a brave, honest Oroid woman, who can wrong no one. There is something now that I must tell you." He saw the growing fear in her eyes and hurried on. "Loto, to-day--this afternoon----" The woman gave a little, low cry of anguish, instantly repressed. Her hand gripped his tightly.