given you that diagram without question, gladly."

"Well, I am sorry. I have been a beast. Have we not always been such,
from the first of us, down to me? Forget me!"

And with that he left her standing by the side of her chair and walked
swiftly toward the hotel. When next she realized or sensed anything
she was lying on her bed, her eyes dry and wide open. And she did not
go down to dinner, nor did she answer the various calls on her door.

Night rolled over the world, with a cool breeze driving under her
million planets. The lights in the hotel flickered out one by one, and
in the third corridor, where the adventurers were housed, only a wick,
floating in a tumbler of oil, burned dimly.

Fitzgerald had waited in the shadow for nearly an hour, and he was
growing restless and tired. All day long he had been obsessed with the
conviction that if Breitmann ever made a start it would be some time
that night. Distinctly he heard the light rattle of a carriage. It
stopped outside the gardens. He pressed closer against the wall. The
door to Breitmann's room opened gently and the man himself stepped out
cautiously.

"So," began Fitzgerald lightly, "your majesty goes forth to-night?"

But he overreached himself. Breitmann whirled, and all the hate in his
breast went into his arm as he struck. Fitzgerald threw up his guard,
but not soon enough. The blow hit him full on the side of the head and
toppled him over; and as the back of his head bumped the floor, the
world came to an end. When he regained his senses his head was
pillowed on a woman's knees and the scared white face of a woman bent
over his.

"What's happened?" he whispered. There were a thousand wicks where
there had been one and these went round and round in a circle.
Presently the effect wore away, and he recognized Laura. Then he
remembered. "By George!"

"What is it?" she cried, the bands of terror about her heart loosening.

"As a hero I'm a picture," he answered. "Why, I had an idea that
Breitmann was off to-night to dig up the treasure himself. Gone! And
only one blow struck, and I in front of it!"

"Breitmann?" exclaimed Laura. She caught her dressing-gown closer
about her throat.

"Yes. The temptation was too great. How did you get here?" He ought
to have struggled to his feet at once, but it was very comfortable to
feel her breath upon his forehead.

"I heard a fall and then some one running. Are you badly hurt?"

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