The count laughed, though faintly. "You come, as ever, a bit late, my friend." He flung overboard a tiny phial, which he had held concealed in his hand. He turned to Van Ingen. "You will find Miss Grayson in the cabin with her father, who is dying. For him, also, Mr. Smith comes a trifle too late." He staggered backward. Van Ingen and the detective sprang to his support. The marines had gathered about in an awe-struck circle. A slight foam gathered upon the count's lips. He opened his eyes. "It grows dark," he whispered. "Good-night, gentlemen!" He stiffened himself suddenly, and stood boldly erect, gazing past the circle of men. "Vive Poltavo!" he cried, in a loud, clear voice, and fell backward into their arms. THE END