Little by little his lawless imagination suggested methods by which he might have revenge on Mr.Harley and gain possession of Dorothy; and the methods so suggested, like the ingenious cogs of a wheel, mashed into that other enterprise of gold which had enlisted the _Zulu Queen_ and London Bill.

The thought of revenge on Mr.Harley, and a physical conquest of Dorothy the beautiful, grew and broadened and extended itself like some plant of evil in Storri's heart.

It worked itself out into leaf and twig and bud of sinful detail until the execution thereof seemed the thing feasible; with that the face of Storri began to wear a look of criminal triumph in anticipation.
The San Reve observed this latter phenomenon and read it for a good sign, holding it to be evidence of the contentment born of their happier relations, and also of clearing skies of stocks.

It spoke of fair weather in both love and business, and the San Reve was at considerable care not to disturb Storri with either query or comment.
To show how wrong was the San Reve, glance at this fragment of the thought of Storri.
"What should be better," mused Storri, with that leer which Satan gave him, "than to carry away the gold of these pig Americans, and the daughter of one of them, on the same night?
We should be off the coast of Africa in a fortnight, and were I to tire of her I could sell her to the Moors.

Who would hear of her after that ?" Thus did Storri rear his sinful castles in the air; and as he brooded his black designs, smoking his cigars and tossing off his brandy in silence, the San Reve sat drinking him in with adoring gray-green eyes, pleasing herself by conjecturing his meditations, and going miles to leeward of the truth.