By that time the fire raged madly, rioting on the parched woodwork of the staircase and the dry joists and planks of the floors. The staircase was a cavern of white flame. In front of the glare rushed a fierce column of black suffocating smoke. Twice already had a man tried to force his way down, and twice had he been driven back before the scalding vapour. Now he crouched on the roof in the corner furthest from the tank. By ten a small crowd had assembled and he could hear men at work. The roof was getting hot; now and then the opening from the staircase panted forth a cloud of sparks. "If they see me they will try to save me. They will come here, find out all, and save me--for the gallows. Better the fire." He crouched closer and held his breath lest they should hear him breathe. He had no memory of how he came to that roof. He must have rushed there in one of those unconscious moments. At half-past ten red tongues began to issue from the opening in the roof. By a quarter to eleven the weight of the tank told on the sapped roof. That portion showed signs of subsidence. Still the man crouched low, his eyes now fixed in agonised expectation on the tank. The man on the roof heard the clocks of Daneford strike eleven. Just then the tank trembled, swayed a moment, then shot downward with a roar. Up the hole made by it danced a cloud of flame. The man on the roof sprang to his feet, and with a shout leaped on the parapet crying: "Help! Help! For God's sake, help!" With that tank the evidence against him had vanished. A groan came up from the people below, and then a cheer. "The fire-escape is coming. Have courage!" Shading his eyes with his hands he looked in the direction of the lodge, and saw approaching by the carriage-way the fire-escape. "Help! Quick!" "Courage, Wat! We will save you!" Another crash. Something warm struck his back. He turned round. All the roof was gone now. He looked into a pool of flame. A fiercer blow than the former. Sight gone. Head giddy. Ah! They saw the flame touch him; they saw him thrust his arms before his face. They saw him sway, and fall into the crater. They knew he had lost his life in the tower that night, but they never knew that tower was the tomb of husband and wife. * * * * * "Well, Maud, as we are not leaving home for our honeymoon, and there is only one place in the Castle where you have never been--the top of the Tower of Silence, suppose we take lanterns and go there for an hour. I am curious to see this historic tower, this Weird Sister dowered with a legend of blood. You are not afraid to go." "I should like to go. There is nothing I would like better. It will be an adventure." When they were there he said: "I am glad we came. We are promised a glorious view presently. There is the moon rising." "The moon does not rise there. It rises here," pointing. "Then there must be a fire." "That is the direction of the Manor House----." THE END.