ate in my own knowledge as to doubt a possible
existing means of communication between one continent and another apart
from OUR special 'wireless.' In fact I'm sure there is something of the
kind,--though where it comes from and how it travels I cannot say. But
certain people get news of occurring events somehow, from somewhere,
long before it reaches Paris or London. I dare say the lady we are with
could tell us something about it."

"Her powers are not limitless!" said Rivardi--"She is only a woman
after all!"

Gaspard said no more, and there followed a silence,--a silence all the
more tense and deep because of the amazing swiftness with which the
"White Eagle" kept its steady level flight, making no sound despite the
rapidity of its movement. Very gradually the darkness of night lifted,
as it were, one corner of its sable curtain to show a grey peep-hole of
dawn, and soon it became apparent that the ship was already far away
from the mysterious land of Egypt--"The land shadowing with wings"--and
was flying over the sea. There was something terrific in the complete
noiselessness with which it sped through the air, and Rivardi, though
now he had a good grip on his nerves, hardly dared allow himself to
think of the adventurous business on which he was engaged. A certain
sense of pride and triumph filled him, to realise that he had been
selected from many applicants for the post he occupied--and yet with
all his satisfaction there went a lurking spirit of envy and
disappointed ambition. If he could win Morgana's love--if he could make
the strange elfin creature with all her genius and inventive ability
his own,--why then!--what then? He would share in her fame,--aye, more
than share it, since it is the way of the world to give its honour to
no woman whose life is connected with that of a man. The man receives
the acknowledgment invariably, even if he has done nothing to deserve
it, and herein is the reason why many gifted women do not marry, and
prefer to stand alone in effort and achievement rather than have their
hardly won renown filched from them by unjust hands. When Roger Seaton
confessed to the girl Manella that his real desire was to bend and
subdue Morgana's intellectuality to his own, he spoke the truth, not
only for himself but for all men. Absolutely disinterested love for a
brilliantly endowed woman would be difficult to find in any male
nature,--men love what is inferior to themselves, not superior. Thus