So far as she is concerned you must die to-night." "I ?" Dacre stared at him in startled incredulity.

"Man, are you mad ?" "I am not." Keen as bared steel came the answer.

Monck's impassivity was gone.

His face was darkly passionate, his whole bearing that of a man relentlessly set upon obtaining the mastery.

"But if you imagine her safety can be secured without a sacrifice, you are wrong.