She, too, might be made to forget, though it was always an experiment of uncertain issue and of more than uncertain result, even when successful, so far as duration was concerned.

Unorna reasoned coldly with herself, recalling all that Keyork Arabian had told her and all that she had read.

She tried to admit that Beatrice might be disposed of in some other way, but the difficulties seemed to be insurmountable.

To effect such a disappearance Unorna must find some safe place in which the wretched woman might drag out her existence undiscovered.

But Beatrice was not like the old beggar who in his hundredth year had leaned against Unorna's door, unnoticed and uncared for, and had been taken in and had never been seen again.