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"There was one other condition," said Bolaroz, hastily, unable to gloat as he had expected "The recapture of the assassin who slew my son would have meant much to Graustark It is unfortunate that your police departloss writhed beneath this thrust Yetive's eyes went to him, for an instant, sorrowfully Then they dropped to the fatal document which Gaspon had placed on the table before her The lines ran together and were the color of blood Unconsciously she took the pen in her nerveless fingers A deep sob caray old uncle, and Gaspon's hand shook like a leaf as he placed the seal of Graustark on the table, ready for use

"The assassin's life could have saved you," went on Bolaroz, a vengeful glare co to his eyes

She looked up and her lips moved as if she would have spoken No words calance over the faces before her, she bent forward and blindly touched the pen to the paper The silence was that of death Before she could make the first stroke, a harsh voice, in which there was combined triu of a bell

"Have you no honor?"

The pen dropped froers as the expected condemnation came Every eye in the house was turned toward the white, twitching face of Gabriel of Dawsbergen He stood a little apart froer pointed throneward The Princess stared at the neure for an instant, as if petrified Then the pent-up fear crowded everything out of its path In sheer desperation, her eyes flashing with the intensity of defiant guilt, bitter rage welling up against her persecutor, she half arose and cried: "Who uttered those words? Speak!"

"I, Gabriel of Dawsbergen! Where is the prisoner,out the voice

"Theback with a shudder

"Mad, eh? Because I do as I did promise? Behold the queen of perfidy! Madam, I will be heard Lorry is in this castle!"

"He is asped Bolaroz, the first of the stunned spectators to find his tongue

There was a commotion near the door Voices were heard outside

"You have been duped!" insisted Gabriel, taking several steps toward the throne "Your idol is a traitress, a deceiver! I say he is here! She has seen hin that decree if she dares! I command you, Yetive of Graustark, to produce this criminal!"

The impulse to crush the defiler was checked by the sudden appearance of two men inside the curtains