In the arched doorway of the library stood the timid woman messenger with her hands pressed to her panting bosom.
Suddenly Irma Gluyas opened her eyes and a faint murmur broke the silence.
"Go, go; for God's sake.

They must not find you here.

Go! FOR YOUR LIFE!" Her head fell back, but her fingers were closed upon his hand in a despairing clutch.

Then Randall Clayton staggered to the library window for breath of air.
His heart was beating wildly.

Was this the end of all.