cause he mistrusted Charles Gould. He considered

him hopelessly infect* 1 with the madness of revolu- That is why lie hobbli-d in distress in the .ing-room of th< i that morning. timing, "Decoud! Decoud!" in a toned mournful irritation. Mrs. Gould, her color heightened and with glisten- ing eyes, looked straight before her at the sudden enor- mity of that disaster. The finger-tips of one hand rested lightly on a low little table by her side, and the arm trembled right up to the shoulder. The sun, which s late upon Sulaco, issuing in all the fulness of its power high up on the sky from behind the dazzling snow-edge of Higuerota, had precipitated the deli- cate, smooth, pearly gray ness of light, in which the town lies steeped during the early hours, into sharp- cut masses of black shade and spaces of hot, blind- ing glare. Three long rectangles of sunshine fell through the windows of the sala, while just across the street the front of the Avellanos house appeared very sombre in its own shadow seen through the flood of light. A voice said at the door, " What of Decoud?" It was Charles Gould. They had not heard him coming along the corridor. His glance just glided over his wife and struck full at the doctor. "You have brought some news, doctor?" Dr. Monygham blurted it all out at once, in the rough. For some time alter he had done the admin- istrador of the San Tome" mine remained looking at him without a word. Mrs. Gould sank into a low

chair with her hands lying on her lap. A silence