s now in thirty cities."

"And the king is better," said Manius. "He will not soon perish of
infirmity."

"But you tell me that my father suffers?"

Antipater started nervously. A long, weird wail from the Arab dying on
a cross in the garden flooded down the flues.

"A hundred deaths a day," said Ben Joreb.

"I have been talking with Manius," Antipater answered. "He thinks it
would be a mercy to--"

He was interrupted again. That tremulous, awful cry for mercy found
its way to his ear. It seemed to mock the sacred word. Antipater
jumped to his feet, cursing.

"I will put an end to that," said he, rushing to the door and flinging
it back and running down the passage.

Manius turned to Ben Joreb.

"What is there in the howling of that slave?" he whispered. "I am
weak-hearted."

"I take it for a sign," the other answered, gravely. "It is written,
'Thy spirit shall be as the candle of the Lord,' and, again, 'Thou
shall hearken to the cry of anguish.'"

In a few moments Antipater returned.

"I have summoned the carnifex," said he, bolting the door and resuming
his place at the table. "I was saying to you, good Manius, that my
friend here, Ben Joreb, would think it a great mercy to remove him."

"A great mercy!" Ben Joreb answered; "a man's mercy to him; a God's
mercy to his people."

"And what think you?" said Antipater, turning to Manius.

"I agree; 'twould be a mercy, but a risky enterprise," said the Roman.

"I would risk my head to save him a day of pain," said the treacherous
son of Herod. "You love him not as I do or you would brave all to end
his misery."

There was now half a moment filled with a long, piercing cry from
beyond the walls of the palace until Antipater spoke, a tiger look in
his face again. "Put the lance into him, my good carnifex," he
growled, striking with clinched fist. "Again, now; and again, and
again."

He listened for a breath, and as silence came he added, "There, that
will do."

Neither spoke for a little time.

"I wish I could make you feel how dearly I love my father," he went on,
addressing his friends now and hiding his claws with revolting guile
and all unconscious that he had shown them.

Again a breath of silence, in which Manius thought of the black leopard
when he lay making those playful and caressing movements on the floor.
And there came to the heart of Ben Joreb a fear that this man might
prove more terrible than his father.

"We feel it,