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58 THE TEMPTRESS AT WORK. thing to each other? And your strange adventure made me tremble. <A convict!’’ She held up her hands in pretended horror. “Oh, Edgar, if he had killed you!”’ “He is no ordinary criminal, Isabel,’’ Alston replied. ‘“See! here is a letter from him which has been left at my club. By Jove! he must have nerves of steel! I would almost consider it an honor to shake hands with the ras- cal! But he is playing a fool-hardy game, and is bound to be caught. ”’ The lovely siren read the letter with evident interest, a delicate pink flush dyeing her rounded cheeks. Then she pushed it away with a little shudder, murmur- ing: “Oh, how dreadful! Iam so glad that the—the convict seems so kindly disposed toward you. Will you let me keep this letter, dear? I am fond of such curious things.’’ “It is yours, darling, and here is something of far greater value.’’ | He took from his pocket a small leather case, and in its satin-lined interior displayed a tiny tiara of diamonds— brilliant-hued and beautiful. ‘Oh, Edgar!’ she gasped. ‘‘How lovely! You must Have spent a fortune to obtain these perfect gems!’’ ‘“Two thousand dollars,’’ he replied, complacently. ‘‘A sum well spent, even for ons sweet kiss!’’ She sprang away, pretending to evade an expected caress, her low laughter sounding like the tinkle of sum- mer waters, and he gazed in rapture at her glorious form. Before a mirror she paused to fix the bauble in her hair, then sank beside him again, her sinuous movements, her (E(0) Gomichbooks =|