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= bebe ae LS a £ A SERVANT OF SATAN. 81 with bared shoulders, offered her his arm and led her away. As they were stepping forth into the street, the young man felt a slight tap on his shoulder, and, turning quickly around, found himself face to face with one of his Amer- ican friends, who laughingly exclaimed: “‘T see you have met your fate, my dear Wolff; I con- oratulate you. Don’t forget that we have those two men to lunch at the hotel to-morrow.” And with a parting ‘‘au revoir, baron,” he jumped into a fiacre, and in a loud, cheery tone of voice, bade the coach- man drive home to the Hotel Kensington. <A couple of minutes later, rederick, who was greatly put out at thus having his alias and his residence made known to Rose, hailed a passing cab, and a quarter of an hour afterward arrived at her apartments in the Rue de Constantinople. -They consisted of four rooms, the tawdry ornaments, greasy furniture, vulgar attempts at display and false elegance of which denoted that their tenant had sunk to the level of a third-rate cocotte. Before Frederick left Rose that night he succeeded in ex- acting a promise from her that as long as he maintained her in luxury and gave her all the money she wanted, she would make no attempt to reveal his identity or to injure him in any way. He handed her a couple of thousand-franc bank- notes on his departure, and, promising to call on the follow- ing afternoon, strolled back to his hotel. ‘She knows too much! She is dangerous! This will never do!” he muttered to himself, as he walked along under the arcades of the Rue de Rivoli. He knew full well that as he was able to provide her with money, he would not have much to fear from her. She - was far too careful of her own interests to kill the goose that laid the golden eggs by forcing him to take to flight. But, unfortunately, he was ever of a spendthrift disposition. His tastes, pleasures, and mode of life were extravagant; se Eomichoo €o <s) <2)