The diamonds on the adventurer's bosom flashed fitfully in the
yellow gaslight, as he slowly said, "And now you know all your
part. Will you play it?"

Irma Gluyas sprang to her feet and clutched his arms with a
despairing clasp. "Swear to me that no harm shall come to him!"

Fritz Braun growled an assent. "Not a hand shall be laid on him. I
swear it!" And then, through falling tears, the Magyar witch gave
her word to do her master's bidding. She had glided from the room
before the man started, as the street door clashed and the roll
of wheels was heard. He poured out a draught of brandy and threw
himself into a chair. "One week more and I would be too late. I
must hoodwink her!"






BOOK II.

AN INSIDE RING.






CHAPTER VI.