printed pages, there suddenly
flashed into his brain the name of Count Vladimir, the owner of "_The
Witch_." Here was the very man to whom he could confidently apply for
help in the present difficulties, for the Russian had made it his
business in life to bestow his wealth in assisting the revolutionaries.
Emile decided that he would write tomorrow, when he had acquired
certain particulars as to the address he wanted.

Fatalite had done good work for the Cause, he argued, therefore let
those who supported the organisation keep her till she was able to work
again.

The next task he would have to undertake would be that of bullying or
bribing the landlady into a promise to undertake at least some of the
duties of a sick-room. The rest of the nursing he proposed to do
himself. He grinned as he lit another evil-smelling cigarette, at the
thought of Vardri's proposal.

He possessed an artistic sense of the fitness of things, and the
suggested _Soeur de Charite_ appealed to him as being quite out of the
picture. Besides Arithelli had no respect for priests or nuns; Emile
remembered her inimitable descriptions of the spying "Children of
Mary," and she should not be worried with either if he could help it.

Yes, certainly the incapable old landlady would be preferable to a
white-capped _religeuse_, for the latter, though not likely by virtue
of her training to be scared by the physical atmosphere, would
undoubtedly be appalled by the mental and moral one. Most likely she
would take advantage of Arithelli's weakness to persuade her of the
danger of her present way of living. The Church of Rome is never slow
at seizing the chance of making a convert, and the power of the Church
in Spain is a byword.

Though Emile had a profound scorn for conventions, he had at one time
had his place among that class of human beings that calls itself
"Society," and he knew its rules and ways as he despised its
hypocrisies. He could look at Arithelli's position quite judicially,
and as an outsider. The world, religious and otherwise, would
certainly not give her the benefit of the doubt.

She was young, she was possessed of a weird and haunting beauty, she
had no women friends, no relations, and no companions but a set of
law-breakers, all of whom were men. No one would believe that she was
untouched, unawakened, that she had been treated as a boy, and her
womanhood not so much respected as ignored. If anyone put the wrong
ideas i