Her hand on my arm grew heavy. "I dreamed last night
""So did I
" but I thought of the empty cartridges in my revolver, and stopped."I dreamed that you were in great danger, and I could not move hand or foot to save you; but you had your revolver, and I called out to you to fire
""I did fire!" I cried excitedly.
"You—you fired?"
I took her in my arms. "My darling," I said, "something strange has happened—something that I can not understand as yet. But, of course, there is an explanation. Last night I thought I fired at the Black Priest."
"Ah!" gasped Lys.
"Is that what you dreamed?"
"Yes, yes, that was it! I begged you to fire
""And I did."
Her heart was beating against my breast. I held her close in silence.
"Dick," she said at length, "perhaps you killed the—the thing."
"If it was human I did not miss," I answered grimly. "And it was human," I went on, pulling myself together, ashamed of having so nearly gone to pieces. "Of course it was human! The whole affair is plain enough. Not a drunken brawl, as Durand thinks; it was a drunken lout's practical joke, for which he