LLYSANORH' THROWS OFF THE MASK
When Alice saw that it was Llysanorh' standing on the threshold of her room she experienced at once great disappointment and overwhelming relief.
The second space flyer was not driven by Ralph, but she was at least safe from Fernand.
"Oh," she cried with a sob of relief, "I am so glad it is you, Llysanorh'! I have been so frightened."
He made no answer, but regarded her with enormous eyes in which burned a somber flame.
"You are going to take me off this horrible flyer, aren't you, Llysanorh'? You won't leave me here alone with that—that beast, will you?"
He shook his head soberly, and extended one hand to her.
"Come," he said briefly.
She put her own hand confidently in his, and he led her down the stairs, and past the laboratory. She shrank back as she saw Fernand's bound and motionless form.
"Is he—dead?" she whispered.