monster and feel his heart going like a steam hammer.
Boolba stood gloating over his prize, fondling the book in his big, coarse hands. Malcolm wondered why the girl did not scream—yet how could she? She was in his room in the middle of the night, she, a daughter of emperors.
The man tried to wrench open the locks which held the covers, but failed. Suddenly he looked up, and glared across at the girl.
He said nothing, but the suspicion in that scowl was emphasized when he moved to the wall near the window and the light of a bracket lamp.
Again he examined the book and for the first time spoke:
"Oh, Highness, was it you who sent for Israel Kensky that the book should be restored"
So far he got when an arm came from behind the curtain—a hand blue-veined, and it held a yellow handkerchief.
The girl saw it, and her hand went to her mouth.
Then the handkerchief struck full across Boolba's face, covering it from forehead to the mouth.
For a moment the man was paralysed, then he pulled the handkerchief away and clawed at the clay-like substance which adhered to his face.
"Mother of God!"
He screamed the words and, dropping the book,
