Besides, she knew no more than the rest of the other key to the position which lay in Azîzan's love for George. And this was hidden even from him, though every night, winter and summer, an odd little light--like a lost star--twinkled on the summit of the shadowy Mound of Hodinuggur. It was the oil-cresset which the old potter put nightly on the girl's grave to prevent her from having bad dreams. The branded brick bungalow was empty and deserted now that the sluice-gate required no guarding, so there was no one to see its feeble yet persistent light; still it could be seen distinctly from the little enclosure where, on a white marble slab, the legend ran-- 'St. George Keene, aged 21, Who died alone at his post.' And between the two graves the gleaming streak of the big canal lay like a sword splitting the world into East and West. THE END. * * * * * Printed by T. and A. Constable, Printers to Her Majesty at the Edinburgh University Press FOOTNOTES: [Footnote 1: Literally, _evil-walker_.] [Footnote 2: On sleep--sleeping, sleeping like a child.] [Footnote 3: The police.] [Footnote 4: Full two maunds.] [Footnote 5: My man is dead, my heart is dead--is dead.] [Footnote 6: Reign.]