UNMASKED For a moment there was silence in the hovel, broken only by the wail of the dying man in the corner.

Paul and Catrina faced each other--she white and suddenly breathless, he half frowning.

But he did not meet her eyes.
"Paul," she said again, with a lingering touch on the name.

The sound of her voice, a rough sort of tenderness in her angry tone, made Steinmetz smile in his grim way, as a man may smile when in pain.
"Paul, what did you do this for?
Why are you here?
Oh, why are you in this wretched place ?" "Because you sent for me," he answered quietly.

"Come, let us go out.