CHAPTER XIII.
THE HUMAN SACRIFICE.
The same wind that rushed about the funeral of William Marston in the old churchyard of Testbridge, howled in the roofless hall and ruined tower of Durnmelling, and dashed against the plate-glass windows of the dining-room, where the three ladies sat at lunch.

Immediately it was over, Lady Malice rose, saying: "Hesper, I want a word with you.

Come to my room." Hesper obeyed, with calmness, but without a doubt that evil awaited her there.

To that room she had never been summoned for anything she could call good.

And indeed she knew well enough what evil it was that to-day played the Minotaur.