There was a strange quiver in her voice.
"Yes--where is Strang ?" There came no reply.
"Tell me--where is he ?" "I don't know." "Is he at the temple ?" "I don't know." He could hear her stifled breath; he could almost feel her trembling, an arm's reach out there in the darkness.

What a woman was this whose heart the Mormon king had broken for a new love! "Listen," he said gently.

"I am going to find Marion.

I am going to take her away.

To-morrow you shall have Strang again--if he is alive!" There was no answer and he moved slowly back to the door.