beautiful eyes I had ever seen, had ever dreamt of.

"But you must explain the meaning of your note!"

"I cannot! I cannot! Please do not ask me!"

She was breathless from her flight and seemed to be trembling.
From behind the cloud her eyes shone brilliantly, mysteriously.

I was sorely puzzled. The whole incident was bizarre--indeed, it
had in it something of the uncanny. Yet I could not detain the girl
against her will. That she went in apprehension of something, of
someone, was evident.

Past the head of the passage surged the noisy realities of Fleet
Street. There were men there in quest of news; men who would
have given much for such a story as this in which I was becoming
entangled. Yet a story more tantalizingly incomplete could not
well be imagined.

I knew that I stood upon the margin of an arena wherein strange
adversaries warred to a strange end. But a mist was over all.
Here, beside me, was one who could disperse the mist--and would
not. Her one anxiety seemed to be to escape.

Suddenly she raised her veil; and I looked fully into the only
really violet eyes I had ever beheld. Mentally, I started. For
the face framed in the snowy fur was the most bewitchingly lovely
imaginable. One rebellious lock of wonderful hair swept across
the white brow. It was brown hair, with an incomprehensible