So long as the enchantress was speaking, the spell was wholly impotent.

Therefore he should not suffer her to relapse into silence.

Yet--how he hated that high, piercing voice! It was like the desecration of something sacred.

It made him shrink in involuntary protest.
"Say!" suddenly exclaimed his companion, looking at him sharply.

"Aren't you Bernard Merefleet of New York City ?" Merefleet frowned unconsciously at the notoriety that was his.
"I was in New York until recently," he said with some curtness.
"Exactly what I said," she returned triumphantly.