hen you black-balled him at the yacht club; but the world shall know
him better yet than either of us,--mean-spirited scoundrel that he is."

"Come away, sir," said the officer, as he placed himself on one side of
his prisoner, his fellow doing the same at the other.

"Not till I see your warrant," said Linton, resolutely.

"There it is, sir, all reg'lar," said the man; "signed by the secretary
of state, and attested by the witness."

"The rascality is well got up," said Linton, trying to laugh, "but by
Heaven they shall pay for it!" These words were directed to where Roland
stood, and uttered with a concentrated hate that thrilled through every
heart around.

As Linton was led forth, the commissary proceeded to arrest the
different individuals present on the charge of gambling in secret. In
the midst of the group was Rica, standing pale with terror, and overcome
by the revelations he had listened to.

"I will be responsible for this gentleman's appearance," said Cashel,
addressing the commissary. "There is no need to subject him to the
insult of an arrest."

"He can only be liberated by a bail bond in the presence of the
judge, sir. You can accompany me to the court, and enter into the
recognizances, if you will."

"Be it so," said Cashel, bowing.

Rica made a sign for Roland to approach him. He tried to speak, but his
voice was inarticulate from faint-ness, and the only audible sound was
the one word "Maritana."

"Where?" said Cashel, eagerly.

Rica nodded in the direction of a small door that led from the chamber,
and Cashel made a gesture of assent in answer.

With headlong speed Roland traversed the corridor, and entered the
antechamber at the end of it. One glance showed him that the room was
empty, and he passed on into the chamber where so lately Linton had
spoken with Maritana. This, too, was deserted, as was the bedroom which
opened into it. Hastening from place to place, he called her name aloud,
but no answer came. Terrified by a hundred fears, for he well knew
the rash, impetuous nature of the girl, Roland entreated, in tones of
wildest passion, "that she might come forth,--that her friends were all
around her, and nothing more to fear." But no voice replied, and when
the sound of his own died away, all was silent. The window of the
dressing-room was open, and as Roland looked from it into the street
beneath, his eye caught the fragment of a dress adhering to the hook of
the "jalousie." It wa