"Not worthy--you!" There was infinite sadness in his tone. "What do you think I am, then? It is because you are so worthy, so much better than I am or can ever be, that I want you for my wife. I long for the companionship of a pure mind, a pure hand----"

"Mr. S------" (she had risen, and the resolve in her face made her beauty shine out transcendently), "I have not the pure mind, the pure hand you ascribe to me. I have meddled with matters few women could even conceive of. I am a member--a repentant member, to be sure--of an organization which slights the decrees of G.o.d and places the aims of a few selfish souls above the rights of man, and----"

He had stooped and was kissing her hand.

"You need not go on," he whispered; "I quite understand. But you will be my wife?"

Aghast, white as the driven snow, she watched him with dilating eyes that slowly filled with a great horror.

"Understand!--_you understand!_ Oh, what does that mean? _Why_ should you understand?"

"Because"--his voice sunk to a whisper, but I heard it, as I would have recognized his thought had he not spoken at that moment--"because I am the chief of the organization you mention. Irene, now you have _my_ secret."

I do not think she uttered a sound, but I heard the dying cry of her soul in her very silence. He may have heard it, too, for his look showed sudden and unfathomable pity.

"This is a blow to you," he said. "I do not wonder; there _is_ something hateful in the fact; latterly I have begun to realize it. That is why I have allowed myself to love. I wanted some relief from my thoughts.

Alas! I did not know that a full knowledge of your n.o.ble soul would only emphasize them. But this is no talk for a ballroom. Cheer up, darling, and----"

"Wait!" She had found strength to lay her hand on his arm. "Did you know that a man was condemned to-day?"

His face took on a shade of gloom.

"Yes," he bowed, casting an anxious look towards the room from which came the mingled sounds of dance and merriment. "The bell which announces the fact rang during my absence. I did not know there was a name before the society."

She crouched, covering her face with her hands. I think she was afraid her emotion would escape her in a cry. But in an instant they had dropped again, and she was panting in his ear:

"You are the chief and are not acquainted with these matters of life and death? Traitors are these men and women to you--traitors! jealous of your influence and your power!"

He looked amazed; he measured the distance between himself and the door and turned to ask her what she meant, but she did not give him the opportunity.

"Do you know," she asked, "the name of the person for whom the bell rang to-day?"

He shook his head. "I am expecting a messenger with it any moment," said he, looking towards the rear of the conservatory. "Is it any one who is here to-night?"

The gasp she gave might have been heard in the other room. Language and motion seemed both to fail her, and I thought I should have to go to her rescue. But before I could move, I heard the click of a latch at the rear of the conservatory, and saw, peering through the flowers and plants, the wicked face of the man with the receding forehead whom I had seen at madame's, and in his arms he held THE BOX.

It was a shock which sent me further into concealment. Mr. S----, on the contrary, looked relieved. Exclaiming, "Ah, he has come!" he went to the door leading into the drawing-room, locked it, took out the key and returned to meet the stealthy, advancing figure.

The latter presented a picture of malignant joy, horrible to contemplate. The lips of his large mouth were compressed and bloodless.

He came on with the quiet certainty and deadly ease of a slimy thing sure of its prey.

As I noted him I felt that not only Mr. S----'s life but my own was not worth a moment's purchase. But I uttered no cry and scarcely breathed.

Miss Calhoun, on the contrary, gave vent to a long, shivering sigh. The man bowed as he heard it, but with looks directed solely to Mr. S----.

"I was told," said he, "to deliver this box to you wherever and with whomsoever I should find you. In it you will find _the name._"

Mr. S---- gazed in haughty astonishment, first at the box and then at the man.

"This is irregular," said he. "Why was I not made acquainted with the fact that a name was up for consideration, and why have you removed the box from its place and broken the connection which was made with so much difficulty?"

As he said this he looked up through the gla.s.s of the conservatory to a high building I could see towering at the end of the garden. It was the building in which I had first seen that box, and I now understood how this connection had been made.

Mr. S----'s movement had been involuntary.

Dropping his eyes, he finished by saying, with an almost imperceptible bow, "You may speak before this lady; she is the holder of a key."

"The connection was broken because suspicion was aroused; to your other question you will find an answer in the box. Shall I open it for you?"

Mr. S------, with a stern frown, shook his head, and produced a key from his pocket. "Do you understand all this?" he suddenly asked Miss Calhoun.

For reply, she pointed to the box.

"Open!" her beseeching looks seemed to say.

Mr. S---- turned the key and threw up the lid. "Look under the hand,"

suggested the man.

Mr. S---- leaned over the box, which had been laid on a small table, discovered a paper somewhere in its depth, and drew it out. It was no whiter than his face when he did so.

"How many have subscribed to this?" he asked.

"You will observe that there are five rings on the hand," responded the man.

Miss Calhoun started, opened her lips, but paused as she saw Mr. S---- unfold the paper.

"The name of the latest traitor," murmured the man, with a look of ferocity the like of which I had never seen on any human face before.

It was not observed by either of the actors in the tragedy before me. Mr. S---- was gazing with a wild incredulity at the note he had unfolded; she was gazing at him. From the room beyond rose and swelled the sweet strains of the waltz.

Suddenly a low, crackling sound was heard.

It came from the paper which Mr. S---- had crumpled in his hand.

"So the society has decreed my death," he said, meeting the man's steel-cold eye for the first time. "Now I know how the men whose doom preceded mine have felt in a presence that leaves no hope to mortal man.

But _you_ shall not be _my_ executioner. I will meet my fate at less noxious hands than yours." And, leaning forward, he whispered a few seemingly significant words into the messenger's ear. The man, grievously disappointed, hung his head, and with a sidelong look, the venom of which made us all shudder, he hesitated to go.

"To-night?" he said.

"To-night," Mr. S---- repeated, and pointed towards the door by which he had entered. Then, as the man still hesitated, he took him by the arm and resolutely led him through the conservatory, crying in his ear, "Go.

I am still the chief."

The man bowed, and slipped slowly out into the night.

A burst of music, laughter, voices, joy, rose in the drawing-room. Mr.

S---- and Irene Calhoun stood looking at each other.

"You must go home," were the first words he uttered. Then, in a half-reproachful, half-pitiful tone, as if on the verge of tears, he added: "Was I so bad a chief that even you thought me a hindrance to the advancement of the society and the cause to which we are pledged?"