mental and bodily fatigue, surrender unconditionally to
Nature's great restorer.

Late in the afternoon she awoke, much refreshed in mind and body, though
at first somewhat confused as to her "local habitation." But the voice
of her strange hostess at once restored her memory and self-possession.

"You have slept long and well," said the girl. "I have been in here half
a dozen times at least to look at you, and always found you fast asleep.
You never even changed your position. I think you must feel much
better."

"I feel very well, thank you, if only I could hear from my husband,"
replied Sybil.

"Always the same subject! that is stupid and tiresome. But I can tell
you about your husband. He is just now at the Haunted Chapel, waiting
for the constables to go away, so that he may resume his search for
you."

"Poor Lyon! But how do you know this?"

"Moloch, who has just come in, told me."

"'Moloch!' You have mentioned that name several times. Who is Moloch?"

"The lieutenant of the band. Belial is the adjutant. Satan is the
captain, but we seldom see him. He is a very fine gentleman, of the very
first society. I have no doubt that you have met him often in the
drawing-rooms of wealth and fashion."

"Good Heaven! girl, what story is this that you are telling me?"

"The very truth. Satan is a gentleman. Belial also is no stranger to
good company. Hem! they were both at your masquerade."

"Both at--!" gasped Sybil, losing her breath in astonishment.

"Your masquerade! Yes, for I tell you that they are both men of fashion
and pleasure. As for poor old Moloch, he is just what he seems--a rude,
rugged robber! And then there is Vulcan."

"But who are these men?" inquired Sybil, recovering her lost breath.

"I told you. Gentlemen in the drawing-room! Robbers on the highway."

"But why do you give them such diabolical names?"

"Because they are devils, each in his way! Moloch is a brutal and
ferocious devil; Belial is a smooth, deceitful devil; and Satan is an
intellectual and commanding devil."

"What are their right names?"

"It would be hard to tell! Each one having a score of aliases at his
disposal."

"I hope I shall not be obliged to see any of these wretches!"
imprudently exclaimed Sybil.

"They are devils, not wretches, if I know them and know the meaning of
words! But reflect, madam, that to these wretches, as you call them, you
owe your liberty and perhaps your life," said the elfin-like hoste