Then the man she called her brother kissed her again, and as he descended into the darkness below the trap I heard her say quite distinctly: 'Tell Marise that I will come as soon as I can; but not to delay the revel.

If I am compelled to forego it to-night, there shall be a wilder one to-morrow, when Clodoche arrives.'" "Clodoche! By Jupiter!" Cleek almost jumped as he spoke.

"Now I know the 'lay'! No; don't ask me anything yet.

Go on with the story, please.
What then, Miss Lorne, what then ?" "Then the man below said something which I could not hear--something to which she answered in these words: 'No, no; there is no danger.

I will guard it safely, and it shall go into no hands but Clodoche's.