Paul Nicholas nodded. His emotion was such he could not speak.
"They both imagined they were in love with me. They swore they would confront the black tyrant and kill him; but when they were put to the test—when I took them and pointed him out to them—they went white as a sheet, and—fled."
"Why torture me thus?" Paul Nicholas cried. "Tell me—only tell me what it is you want me to do!"
"Do you love me?"
"More than my life."
"More than my soul."
"Will you save me from a fate more horrible than death?"
"If I go to Hell for you—yes!" Paul said, gazing on a face lovely as a dream.
"You must come with me to his house to-morrow then! You must come armed. You must kill him."