"Come here, Nora," Slim sighed, "and let me thank you properly."
Her laugh was hard, more suggestive of forbidden tears than mirth.
"One hostage is enough. And, Jim, there's a condition for you. Father won't budge unless you give him your word to go quietly. You have to promise on your sacred oath not to make any effort to escape or to throw Slim down."
"What's that for?" George asked suspiciously.
Her tone was contemptuous.
"Use your head, George. It would do father a lot of good to risk so much for Jim if he took matters into his own hands and got the acid just the same."
"Right!" Slim agreed. "You've plenty of common-sense, Nora, and it's going to give us a chance."
"You promise, Jim?"
He fancied an element of command in her voice.
"I'll do what you wish, Nora," he answered. "I promise."
"Then good-by," she called, and her voice no longer held any command, nor was it steady. "Good-by. If I only dared come over to you! God bring you back safe to me."
Garth tried to fight back the response of his heart. He told himself that honorably he must accept all she had said that night as mimicry whose only intention was to save his life. She would ex-
