"Will you have a cigarette, Gray?" he asked.

"No thanks," replied the other, in tones of smothered hostility. He
was ill at ease, and paced the apartment nervously. Pyne lighted a
cigarette, and tossed the extinguished match into a brass bowl.

"I think," said Gray jerkily, "I shall go for a cab. Are you
remaining?"

"I am dining at the club," answered Pyne, "but I can wait until you
return."

"As you wish," jerked Gray. "I don't expect to be long."

He walked rapidly to the outer door, which opened at his approach and
closed noiselessly behind him as he made his exit.



CHAPTER III

KAZMAH

Mrs. Monte Irvin entered the inner room. The air was heavy with the
perfume of frankincense which smouldered in a brass vessel set upon a
tray. This was the audience chamber of Kazmah. In marked contrast to
the overcrowded appointments, divans and cupboards of the first room,
it was sparsely furnished. The floor was thickly carpeted, but save
for an ornate inlaid table upon which stood the tray and incense-
burner, and a long, low-cushioned seat placed immediately beneath a