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220 A SILVER BRAND. chance to betray it, by attempting communication. So he kept out of sight but remained within hearing. The fraulein understood all this very well. But she sang on, with one eye on the stairs and the other upon the wardrobe. Slowly and cautiously its doors were unclos- - ing, and in another moment a pale face appeared to view, and looked out to her in desperate appeal, in answer to the call. “Goon, go on, pause not, oh, knight !”- sang Crezence, in the most careless tone, pointing vehemently meanwhile to the rude ladder, which led up to the skylight on the roof. There was no mistaking her meaning. Lady Pauline erept silently up the ladder, noiselessly unfastened the board cover of the narrow aperture, and crept through. “And wait, and wait,” sung Crezence, ‘‘the deliverer comes.” : And shaking out the cloth she rose up, and taking pains” to make considerable noise about it, and went tripping down the stairs. “T have my coverlet nearly done,” she said, entering the room where her husband and the leade1 of:the spying party were sitting in gloomy silence, ‘‘but I cannot get open the old trunk to find my binding. Something is the matter with the hasp, come and open it for me, Carl.” The zronaut rose after a moment’s feeble demur, and his wife slowly followed him. Behind her crept likewise the leader of the band. “Now I shall discover something,” thought he, chuck- ling, keeping stealthily in the background, and motioning for his subordinate to do the same. He heard, however, only the noise of some iron filing against a lock, and the low voice of the fraulein talking. He fancied once there came the sound of achoking sob, and strained his ear more closely. Then the lid of the trunk was opened, creaking dismally, and fell again with a heavy clump. Half an hour longer he waited, hearing occasionally the broken murmur of the fraulein’s voice. Then becoming impatient he called to her. ‘Fraulein, Fraulein Koeppel.” She came promptly. ‘‘Is my little one crying—do you want me?” “Tell your husband to come down. I have something to say to him.” : “Tell me, and I will repeat it. He is busy now.” ‘“‘I will come and help him,” Comichbooks.co