A Woman’s Eyes 81

Halliwell opened the door presently, and called
to the soldier on duty below:

“Davidson, see if you can find the sheriff. I
want him, And Davidson —”

The captain paused.

“Yes,” he muttered, and the old soldier mar-
velled at his words, “it is better. Davidson, lock
this door on the outside.”

Davidson did as he was ordered, and again the
Egyptian was left alone with Halliwell.

“Afraid of a woman!” she said, contemptu-
ously, though her heart sank when she heard the
key turn in the lock.

“T admit it,” he answered, calmly.

He walked up and down the room, and she
sat silently watching him.

“That story of yours about the sheriff was not
true,” he said at last.

“I suspect it wasna,” answered the Egyptian,
coolly. ‘“ Hae you been thinking about it a’ this
time? Captain, I could tell you what you are
thinking now. You’re wishing it had been true,
so that the ane o’ you could not lauch at the
other.”

“Silence!” said the captain, and not another
word would he speak until he heard the sheriff
coming up the stair. The Egyptian trembled at
his step, and rose in desperation.

““Why is the door locked?” cried the sheriff,
shaking it.

“All right,” answered Halliwell; “the key is
on your side.”

At that moment the Egyptian knocked the
lamp off the table, and the room was at once in