I was as secure from detection as though miles

separated us.

The few words I had already overheard whetted my curiosity, and I was anxious to learn what manner of vengeance Thurid was planning against me. Nor had I long to wait. I listened intently.

“There are no obligations, Father of Therns,” continued the First Born. “Thurid, Dator of Issus, has no price. When the thing has been accomplished I shall be glad if you will see to it that I am well received, as is befitting my ancient lineage and noble rank, at some court that is yet loyal to thy ancient faith, for I cannot return to the Valley Dor or elsewhere within the power of the Prince of Helium; but even that I do not demand — it shall be as your own desire in the matter directs.”

“It shall be as you wish, Dator,” replied Matai Shang; “nor is that all — power and riches shall be yours if you restore my daughter, Phaidor, to me, and place within my power Dejah Thoris, Princess of Helium.

“Ah,” he continued with a malicious snarl, “but the Earth man shall suffer for the indignities

he has put upon the holy of holies, nor