My boy, the revelation of that night has blighted my life--broken my heart! The unutterable horror of your future has brought my gray hairs to the grave.

Oh, my son! what will become of you when I am gone ?" "What was it, papa ?" the lad asked.

"What has the future in store for me ?" A convulsive spasm distorted the livid face; the eye-balls rolled, the death-rattle sounded.

With a smothered cry of terror Lady Kingsland lifted the agonized head in her arms.
"Quick, Jasper--the horoscope! Where ?" "My safe--study--secret spring--at back! Oh, God, have mercy--" The clock struck sharply--twelve.

A vivid blaze of lambent lightning lighted the room; the awful death-rattle sounded once more.
"Beware of Zenith's grandchild!" He spoke the words aloud, clear and distinct, and never spoke again.
* * * * * * Many miles away from Kingsland Court, that same sultry, oppressive midsummer night a little third-rate theater on the Surrey side of London was crowded to overflowing.