equence of it would be that there could be no
safety for the guilty one--at least on this continent.

That last phrase brought inspiration to the girl. There flashed into her
mind a thought of another continent, where death was riding ruthless
over countless thousands. There, under a new identity, this miserable
creature might return to his manhood, might once again exercise his
great skill in behalf of suffering humanity, might indeed atone for the
past, might win a martyr's crown.... If he could but be smuggled out of
the country!

It was hours past midnight now; a ghostly trace of dawn showed in the
eastern sky. The physician, it was evident, was fighting desperately
against the anguish induced by his abstinence after over-indulgence in
the drug. But, presently, he noted through the open doorway the
lightening of the horizon. Once again, now, he spoke to Ethel.

"Miss Marion, it's near daylight and the wind is still holding to the
same course it was blowing yesterday. I see little chance of getting
away from this place until there is a change. It is, I should judge,
about twenty miles to Portsmouth. With your permission, I shall set out
for there at once, in order to procure a boat and then return to you.
I'm sure that I can make it. I shall be spurred on by two of the
strongest incentives: one is my anxiety in your behalf; the other--for I
shall be frank with you--is my anxiety to reach a physician. I know that
unless I can secure relief within a few hours I shall become insane."

He paused for a moment, and then added in a voice surcharged with
emotion:

"This has been a terrible night. It was a horrible ordeal for me to make
my confession to you. But now I feel the better for it. I have fought my
hardest to retain my self-control, and I have succeeded thus far. Now,
if you can only continue to be brave for a few hours, I'll have you
safely on your way home."

"But do you consider that you are equal to the trip, Doctor?" Ethel
inquired doubtfully. "Twenty miles is a long, long distance for one in
your state of body and mind. Oh, how I wish my ankle was fit, so that I
could stand the journey! But, of course, you most certainly have my
permission, Doctor Garnet. That is, on one condition."

"And what is that condition, Miss Marion?"

"I want you to go under sealed instructions. I shall write these out and
give them to you, but you must not read them until you have gone ten
miles up the shore. Before you answ