cious than he could ever have hoped for. This woman, did she think she still tempted him, she who had tried to take his life, the life of a noble of India? He laughed full into her lowered, flushed face, "You pay with yourself? Have you come here to mock me? You—cheat me again? When you disrobe to-night, dear lady, turn your back to your mirror and look over your shoulder at what is written there!"
She stood stunned and broken for a moment. Then she turned toward the door with his guttural mocking laugh following her.
