Then pray stand back where you will be out of danger. They will be here
in a moment, unless they have been frightened away."

"You shall not expose yourself," she said, positively. "Why should you
risk your life now? You have accomplished your object. You have saved
the Princess!"

"Ah--yes, the Princess!" he said. "And I am sorry you are the Princess,"
he added, in her ear.

"Sh!" she whispered, softly.

The door through which he had first come was softly opened, and they
were conscious that some one was entering. Lorry and the Princess stood
in the dark shadow of a curtain, she close behind his stalwart figure.
He could hear his own heart and hers beating, could feel the warmth of
her body, although it did not touch his. His heart beat with the pride
of possession, of power, with the knowledge that he had but to stretch
out his hand and touch the one woman in all the world.

Across the dim belt of light from the open doorway in which they stood,
crawled the dark figure of a man. Her hand unconsciously touched his
back as if seeking reassurance.

He shivered beneath its gentle weight. Another form followed the first,
pausing in the light to look toward their doorway. The abductor was
doubtless remembering the instructions to chloroform the Countess. Then
came the odor of chloroform. Oh, if Anguish were only there!

The second figure was lost in the darkness and a faint glow of light
came from the canopied bed in the corner The chloroformer holding the
curtains had turned his screen-lantern, toward the pillow in order to
apply the dampened cloth. Now was the time to act!

Pushing the Princess behind the curtain and in the shelter of the
door-post, Lorry leaped toward the center of the room, a pistol in each
hand. Before him crouched the astonished desperadoes.

"If you move you are dead men!" said he, in slow decided tones. "Here,
Harry!" he shouted. "Scoundrels, you are trapped! Throw up your hands!"

Suddenly the room was a blaze of light; flashing candles, lamps, sprung
into life from the walls, while a great chandelier above his head
dazzled him with its unexpected glare.

"Hell!" he shouted, half throwing his hands to his eyes.

Something rushed upon him from behind; there was a scream and then a
stinging blow across the head and neck. As he sank helplessly, angrily,
to his knees he heard the Princess wail:

"Dannox! Do not strike again! You have killed him!"

As he rolled to the floor he saw the tw