to the Praca de Luiz de Camoens
at 8 A.M. to-morrow; follow the guide who meets you, and the lady
Priscilla will be found." "I do not trust anonymous communications,"
said Adams, "but we must clutch at a straw now." "Nor do I," replied Dom
Pedro, "and I will go with you; we will go well armed." Adams glanced
down at his own empty sleeve and a cruel smile passed over the face of
Dom Pedro as he noticed his comrade's pain.

The 22nd of May will be long remembered in Macao and never forgotten by
the family of de Amaral. Early in the morning Robert Adams was up and
impatiently waiting for Dom Pedro, who appeared a little before eight
o'clock and the two, after a hurried breakfast, went to the Praca de
Luiz de Camoens where a Chinese sailor met them. They followed him to
the shore where a sampan was waiting in which they seated themselves and
were soon gliding rapidly toward a huge junk of fine build which lay at
anchor some distance beyond the Portuguese man-of-war, in the direction
of Taipa. The tide was very low and the vessel did not seem far from
shore.

The Sampan reached and made fast to the junk, and Adams followed by Dom
Pedro climbed upon the deck.

Quick as a flash Adams' arm was seized and bound to his side while Dom
Pedro stepped before him. "Fool!" he cried, "you have stepped into the
trap with little trouble. It was I who stabbed you, Dom Robert, it was
I, who took the bride who rightfully belonged to me, as it is I who will
use you for my own good till I may throw you away. You of Northern blood
are fools."

"I thought you my friend, Dom Pedro, and I thought you a man," was the
only reply.

Every appointment of the junk was of exquisite finish, such as is
seldom seen, and kept scrupulously clean. The men at work on deck, with
usual Mongolian nonchalance, went about their business without giving
the least notice to the events occurring. "The lady Priscilla waits you
in the cabin," said Dom Pedro. "She knows my plans and though I shall
not intrude upon you I have a Chinese on guard who will kill you if any
attempt is made to free you. Enter." Adams stepped toward the cabin at
the stern, where the usual shelf-like arrangements of a junk had been
transformed into a cabin suited to European taste, with comfort and
luxury. Adams entered and the door was closed. By it stood a guard with
drawn sword; in the farther corner sat a woman at a table with her face
buried in her hands.

"Robert, as you love me stay