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She felt her knees shake under her and thought she was going to swoon.She put out her disengaged hand to steady herself, and if the face which was turned to him was pale, there was a steadfast resolution in her dark eyes.

"Let me relieve you of that, Miss Holland," said Kara, in his silkiest tones.

He wrenched rather than took the box from her hand, replaced it carefully in the drawer, pushed the drawer to and locked it, examining the key as he withdrew it.Then he closed the safe and locked that.

"Obviously," he said presently, "I must get a new safe."He had not released his hold of her wrist nor did he, until he had led her from the room back to the library.Then he released the girl, standing between her and the door, with folded arms and that cynical, quiet, contemptuous smile of his upon his handsome face.

"There are many courses which I can adopt," he said slowly."Ican send for the police - when my servants whom you have despatched so thoughtfully have returned, or I can take your punishment into my own hands.""So far as I am concerned," said the girl coolly, "you may send for the police."She leant back against the edge of the desk, her hands holding the edge, and faced him without so much as a quaver.

"I do not like the police," mused Kara, when there came a knock at the door.

Kara turned and opened it and after a low strained conversation he returned, closing the door and laid a paper of stamps on the girl's table.

"As I was saying, I do not care for the police, and I prefer my own method.In this particular instance the police obviously would not serve me, because you are not afraid of them and in all probability you are in their pay - am I right in supposing that you are one of Mr.T.X.Meredith's accomplices!""I do not know Mr.T.X.Meredith," she replied calmly, "and I am not in any way associated with the police.""Nevertheless," he persisted, "you do not seem to be very scared of them and that removes any temptation I might have to place you in the hands of the law.Let me see," he pursed his lips as he applied his mind to the problem.

She half sat, half stood, watching him without any evidence of apprehension, but with a heart which began to quake a little.For three months she had played her part and the strain had been greater than she had confessed to herself.Now the great moment had come and she had failed.That was the sickening, maddening thing about it all.It was not the fear of arrest or of conviction, which brought a sinking to her heart; it was the despair of failure, added to a sense of her helplessness against this man.

"If I had you arrested your name would appear in all the papers, of course," he said, narrowly, "and your photograph would probably adorn the Sunday journals," he added expectantly.

She laughed.

"That doesn't appeal to me," she said.

"I am afraid it doesn't," he replied, and strolled towards her as though to pass her on his way to the window.He was abreast of her when he suddenly swung round and catching her in his arms he caught her close to him.Before she could realise what he planned, he had stooped swiftly and kissed her full upon the mouth.

"If you scream, I shall kiss you again," he said, "for I have sent the maid to buy some more stamps - to the General Post Office.""Let me go," she gasped.

Now for the first time he saw the terror in her eyes, and there surged within him that mad sense of triumph, that intoxication of power which had been associated with the red letter days of his warped life.

"You're afraid!" he bantered her, half whispering the words, "you're afraid now, aren't you? If you scream I shall kiss you again, do you hear?""For God's sake, let me go," she whispered.

He felt her shaking in his arms, and suddenly he released her with a little laugh, and she sank trembling from head to foot upon the chair by her desk.

"Now you're going to tell me who sent you here," he went on harshly, "and why you came.I never suspected you.I thought you were one of those strange creatures one meets in England, a gentlewoman who prefers working for her living to the more simple business of getting married.And all the time you were spying -clever - very clever!"

The girl was thinking rapidly.In five minutes Fisher would return.Somehow she had faith in Fisher's ability and willingness to save her from a situation which she realized was fraught with the greatest danger to herself.She was horribly afraid.She knew this man far better than he suspected, realized the treachery and the unscrupulousness of him.She knew he would stop short of nothing, that he was without honour and without a single attribute of goodness.

He must have read her thoughts for he came nearer and stood over her.

"You needn't shrink, my young friend," he said with a little chuckle."You are going to do just what I want you to do, and your first act will be to accompany me downstairs.Get up."He half lifted, half dragged her to her feet and led her from the room.They descended to the hall together and the girl spoke no word.Perhaps she hoped that she might wrench herself free and make her escape into the street, but in this she was disappointed.

The grip about her arm was a grip of steel and she knew safety did not lie in that direction.She pulled back at the head of the stairs that led down to the kitchen.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked.