o only one place--that one room alone. And what would Harry want
there, and what would he find? He would find her--Katie!

Now, although Ashby was full of bitter resentment against Katie, and
was, perhaps, quite in earnest in all that he had said about her to
Dolores, yet when he had this fresh confirmation of something like an
understanding between these two, he became filled with the bitterest
jealousy and indignation.

He had already felt something of these same feelings. He had seen
Harry with his own eyes paying devoted attentions to Katie, though he
knew that Katie was engaged to him. It was this which had made him
turn away from her, for he had seen that she was false to him. Yet
his resentment against her did not lessen his jealousy, nay, it
intensified it. He regarded Harry as guilty of an offence which was
at once the worst and the most unpardonable. He had been false to his
friend, and that, too, immediately after he had received that
friend's fullest confidence, and had promised that friend his most
energetic assistance. Could anything be worse than this?

And now Ashby saw through it all. Harry had traversed that
passage-way. He had been in that room. He had seen Katie. Of this he
had not a doubt. And what now? No doubt he was prowling about to try
to find some way out, so that he might escape with Katie.

Ashby watched with all these bitter thoughts in his mind, until at
length he could endure them no longer. He determined to confront his
former friend, his present enemy, and meet him face to face; to
charge him with his perfidy, and seek for vengeance. With a leap, he
bounded up the steps. Harry retreated, yet not so fast but that Ashby
caught up with him, and grasped him as he was flying. Then Harry
turned, pistol in hand, and the two stood face to face.

"Ashby!" cried Harry.

And Ashby cried out:

"Scoundrel! villain! traitor!"

His face was white, and his voice hoarse with passion.

Harry was confounded.

"Hang it, Ashby; don't you know me? Are you mad?"

"Know you!" cried Ashby, bitterly. "Thank Heaven, I do know you! I've
found you out, you infernal sneak, you! Know you? Good heavens! yes,
I know you for a scoundrel, and a contemptible, double-dealing
interloper and villain!"

Harry stood aghast.

"What in the name of Heaven is the meaning of all this?"

"You've been in that room!" cried Ashby, pointing up the passage-way.

"Well, what if I have?"

"What if you have? You know wh