"You have no longer any right to think of her at all———”
"Tell me, will you?"
Ormond knew this Randal well enough. He would kill if he did not get his answer. By all a man's knowledge of man Ormond feared the eif ect of either lie or truth. Then, for the first time, he chose a lie:
"She has forgotten," he said slowly.
Randal stretched up, and laid the gun in its slings. When he turned again his face was blank as a slate with its troublesome lesson wiped off.
"That is all, then," he said. "The thing is out of your hands now. You understand?"
Ormond moved to the door; but it was flung wide in his face, and something ran past him, SAvift and light, with sobbing breath and broken laughing words.
"Guy! Guy! I've come back! I've come back to you! Oh — Guy———”
From the door Ormond saw the flushed wet dimpling face and the wonderful new light in the eyes. He saw Randal, and went out, clos- ing the door. Then Randal spoke, unmoving.
"KiUat?" he said.
EfRe Scannell tore a ring from her finger and sent the opal spark to meet the green axe lying heavy in the fire heart.
"And that is all there is of Mr. Kiliat!" she cried. "I have told him so! I knew it when