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"How do you know these advisers are your husband and your father? You must be very certain of them"

"I am certain I believe in them as I believe inof its sweetness, and Serviss, seeing this, took another tack

"Granted these voices are genuine, they may be ained infallibility--a knowledge of both past and future-- to the shadoorld?"

To this Clarke made answer: "That is precisely e do believe They have predicted our future, they have laid out all our plans Their advice has brought us to our present high place, and we shall continue in our course, despite you or any other doubter"

"They have brought you to a very dubious sort of success," Serviss cuttingly replied, "But what about your victim? I know this city and its ways I realize, as none of you see injustice you are about to inflict Let e so, one-sided smile crept as he answered: "You are too late Our plans are ramme published"

"What do you mean?"

"The reporters have just been here The notice of e will appear in four of the leading papers to---"

"But Viola's--Miss Lambert's name! You surely haven't used that?"

"Oh no That is to follow The challenge, with her name and defiance, form the climax to my oration" He swelled with pride as he spoke, as if visualizing himself on the platfor faith

"Thank God for your vanity! There is still time for some one to intervene," responded Serviss, ain "What have you got to do with it, anyway? Who asked you to interfere?"

"The chief person concerned--Miss Lambert herself"

Pratt was about to utter some further insult when Clarke diplomatically interposed "We want you to have a part in the work, Dr Serviss We elcoation, but we cannot permit you to interfere with our plan The 'Forces' are bent on the work, and they are inexorable"

"It is you who are inexorable," replied the young scientist--"you and this deluded ue had taken place in the wide hall just beneath the huge chandelier whose light fell on Serviss's white forehead and square, deter brow, a bear-like stoop in his shoulders, and thethe rooreat stairway She cah feeling her way, and at every stepsounds came from beneath her feet and from the walls; her eyes were shut, her chin lifted, and on her face, white and tense, lay the expression of a sorrowful drea at the corners, was pitiful to see All her vivid youth, her fla rebellion, had been frozen into soulless calned above and beneath her in the dark