from the face
of the earth in such a manner that no trace of him may remain."

"I agree. Show me how this is to be done."

"I know a method," answered Norbert. "If I was certain that no human
being was aware of your presence here to-night----"

"No one can possibly know it."

"Then," answered the Duke, "instead of taking advantage of the rights
that the law gives me and shooting you down on the spot, I will consent
to risk my life against yours."

George de Croisenois breathed a sigh of relief. "I am ready," replied
he, "as I before told you."

"I heard you; but remember that this will be no ordinary duel, in the
light of day, with seconds to regulate the manner of our conduct."

"We will fight exactly as you wish."

"In that case, I name swords as the weapons, the garden as the spot, and
this instant as the hour."

The Marquis cast a glance at the window.

"You think," observed Norbert, comprehending his look, "that the night
is so dark that we cannot see the blades of our swords?"

"Quite so."

"You need not fear; there will be light enough for this death struggle
of the one who remains in the garden, for you understand that one _will_
remain."

"I understand you; shall we go down at once?"

Norbert shook his head in the negative.

"You are in too great a hurry," said he, "and have not given me time to
fix my conditions."

"I am listening."

"At the end of the garden there is a small plot of ground, so damp that
nothing will grow there, and consequently is almost unfrequented; but
for all that it is thither that you must follow me. We will each take
spade and pick-axe, and in a very brief period we can hollow out
a receptacle for the body of the one who falls. When this work is
completed, we will take to our swords and fight to the death, and the
one who can keep his feet shall finish his fallen adversary, drag his
body to the hole, and shovel the earth over his remains."

"Never!" exclaimed Croisenois. "Never will I agree to such barbarous
terms."

"Have a care then," returned Norbert; "for I shall use my rights. That
clock points to five minutes to eleven. If, when it strikes, you have
not decided to accept my terms, I shall fire."

The barrel of the revolver was but a few inches from George de
Croisenois' heart, and the finger of his most inveterate enemy was
curved round the trigger; but his feelings had been so highly wrought up
that he thought not of this danger. He only remembered th