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"The man’s eyes flashed fire.

Never,' he wrote in Greek upon the slate.

On no conditions?' I asked at the bidding of our tyrant.

Only if I see her married in my presence by a Greek priest whom I know.'

"The man giggled in his venomous way.

You know what awaits you, then?'

I care nothing for myself.'

"These are samples of the questions and answers which made up our strange, half-spoken, half-written conversation. Again and again I had to ask him whether he would give in and sign the document. Again and again I had the same indignant reply. But soon a happy thought came to me. I took to adding on little sentences of my own to each question—innocent ones at first, to test whether either of our companions knew anything of the matter, and then, as I found that they showed no sign, I played a more dangerous game. Our conversation ran something like this:—

You can do no good by this obstinacy. Who are you?'

I care not. I am a stranger in London.'

Your fate will be on your own head. How long have you been here?'

Let it be so. Three weeks.'

The property can never be yours. What ails you?'

It shall not go to villains. They are starving me.'

You shall go free if you sign. What house is this?'

I will never sign. I do not know.'

You are not doing her any service. What is your name?'

Let me hear her say so. Kratides.'

You shall see her if you sign. Where are you from?'

Then I shall never see her. Athens.'

"Another five minutes, Mr. Holmes, and I should have wormed out the whole story under their very noses. My very next question might have cleared the matter up, but at that instant the door opened and a woman stepped into the room. I could not see her clearly enough to know more than that she was tall and graceful, with black hair, and clad in some sort of loose white gown.

Harold!' said she, speaking English with a broken accent, 'I could not stay away longer. It is so lonely up there with only—oh, my God, it is Paul!'

"These last words were in Greek, and at the same instant the man, with a convulsive effort, tore the plaster from his lips, and screaming out 'Sophy! Sophy!' rushed into the woman's arms. Their embrace was but for an instant, however, for the younger man seized the woman and pushed her out of the room, while the elder easily overpowered his emaciated victim, and dragged him away through the other door. For a moment I was left alone in the room, and I sprang to my feet with some vague idea that I might in some way get a clue to what this house was in which I found myself. Fortunately, however, I took no steps, for, looking