again, either," was the menacing continuation of the
criminologist's methodical speech. "But a very old lady, the
Countess Laschlas, will see the accounts of her son's wretched
death, in the New York papers which will be sent to her, in care
of the American consul!"

It was merely a deductive guess: but the shot struck the center
of the bull's-eye. Warren, alias Count Laschlas, staggered back,
and his nervous fingers touched the chilling surface of the stone
wall. He dropped his eyes, and then strove to regain his
nonchalance. It was a pitiable failure.

"Just as you have dealt to the children of others, so will you
deal with your own mother, the last of a distinguished line of
aristocrats. I swear, by the memory of my own dead parents, that
I will avenge the misery you have given to the innocent. The
good Book says, the sins of the fathers shall be visited upon the
children even unto the third and the fourth generation. But life
to-day has taught me that the sins of the children are visited
upon the fathers and the mothers--especially, the sweet, loving,
trusting mothers! As I value my honor, Reginald Warren, or Count
Rozi, I will see to it that your mother shall know every detail
of the whole miserable career of her son. That is my answer to
your alleged confession. If there is a hereafter, from which you
may observe that which follows your death, you will be able to
see through eternity the earthly punishment which has been
visited upon the one person whom you love and respect."

The criminal's ashen face was buried in his hands.