he seen a human being who gave him a sense of doubt as to the
superiority of his own will.

"Don't be in too big a hurry for Waterloo," jested Arkwright.
"It's coming toward you fast enough. That old lady will put you in
your place. After ten minutes of her, you'll feel like a schoolboy
who has 'got his' for sassing the teacher."

"I want to meet her," repeated Craig. And he watched her every
movement; watched the men and women bowing deferentially about her
chair; watched her truly royal dignity, as she was graciously
pleased to relax now and then.

"Every society has its mumbo-jumbo to keep it in order," said
Arkwright. "She's ours.... I'm dead tired. You've done enough for
one night. It's a bad idea to stay too long; it creates an
impression of frivolity. Come along!"

Craig went, reluctantly, with several halts and backward glances
at the old lady of the ebon staff.





CHAPTER III

A DESPERATE YOUNG WOMAN