1st US Edition

'I cannot, I cannot!'

'It is Ramiro...Ramiro the spy.'

'I am not willing,' cried Elsa.

'You waste time, excellency. What do you want?'

Thus... it was that Adrian first saw... Elsa Brant.

'You are Martha the mare.'

Two men... bursting through the barrier of flaming wood.

'It is—it is—Love!'

'I'll not sign!... I have been tricked!'

Foy turned to look at Hendrik Brant.

Heedless of their bullets, Hans the pilot rose to his feet again.

'Sixty hours to the very minute.'

A long, last embrace.

After him came the mob

Ah! look at him now.

Behold!... the pair of them had gone headlong into the canal.

The white and terrified face of—Elsa Brant.

He sprang at the man like a wild cat.

That very night Foy came.

Then there came the sound of marching men.

There, beneath the light of the guttering candles, they knelt.

They passed down the stairs.

'I will show you how a gentleman treats dogs!'

'Paid back! Paid back, Ramiro!'

Then she remembered everything.

A foul, a foul!