Following this, a Spanish dancer, whom the six dominoes recognized at once as the treacherous Miriam Nesbit, gave an exhibition of her skill.
"I'm going to have some fun with her," whispered the blue domino to the red one.

"Just follow me and see." The last speaker joined the dancer as the music struck up a waltz.
"That was a good day's work you did for our class, not long ago," she whispered as they danced off together.
"What do you mean ?" asked the Spanish dancer.
"I mean the Black Monks of Asia.

Now, do you understand ?" "But I thought it was not to be told," exclaimed the dancer, flushing under her mask.
"Only to the committee so that you might be rewarded with an invitation," whispered the domino, as she slipped away.
"_She_ did confess it, and every freshman in the class shall know it to-morrow!" the emissary exclaimed privately to her friend, the red domino.
"In spite of what her brother is doing for us to-night ?" returned the red domino.
"You are quite right, child.

I never thought of that.

Perhaps that is the very reason he is helping us get even to-night." "I think it is," added the other, quietly.
"Girls, we must hurry up and begin," whispered another of the six dominoes.