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1094 we, HE STOOD looking at her darkly, NVA wrathfully, but for the moment in vO™ silence. It was the Bey who broke it. “You are making my task more difficult with every word, signorina,”’ he said gravely. ‘You indict not only myself—and that is of little enough consideration—but you have insulted the master whose beneficent rule has made our land what it is. Your words prove that you have dabbled in sedition— that sedition which is all too deplorably the common talk of the moment. These are matters not to be put aside.” She smiled and _ nodded °‘ confidently. ‘“‘Sedition?”’ she repeated. “I can sup- port the charge, Excellency—in this land better than in some others. But how have I offended? Outline my crime to me broadly.”’ “You share the standpoint—if there is any meaning in your words—of the enemies of my master. You must have shared their councils. That also, I regret to say, must become a matter for investigation.” ‘“‘Here?”’ she asked laconically. And she still smiled. If he expected to shake her he failed. ‘“‘Here—or where necessity and the in- Adventure structions of my superiors direct,’ he said. “It will be a matter of time?” she sub- mitted. “Possibly.” ‘You will inform my father fully?” A curious expression woke and almost im- mediately died in the Bey’s face. “Your father will be—informed,”’ he said/ There was a queer hesitation over the last word. She looked at him keenly. Her instinct responded to something latent in his words or in his voice. “Indeed I myself will have the regrettable task of informing him,”’ he added. ‘‘And as soon as possible.” ‘Thank you,” she said amiably. “Then for the present we put the matter from our minds. I retire—to my cell?” “You and the Signorina Gessi will, I fear, have to put up with some restraint,” he agreed gravely. ‘“‘Discomforts I will do my best to mitigate for you, signorina. Have the kindness to follow me.” With another bow he led the way into the shadows which the dusk flung athwart his— prison. TO BE CONCLUDED CO MICLOOKS S|