and he saw in her eyes a tense, staring look that had not been
there before. It was as if in Bram's face and his queer mumbling
she had recognized something which was not apparent to him.
Suddenly she left him and hurried into her room. During the few
moments she was gone Bram did not look once at Philip. His
mumbling was incessant. Perhaps a minute passed before the girl
reappeared.

She went straight to Bram and before the wolf-man's eyes held a
long, shining tress of hair!

Instantly the mumbling in Bram's throat ceased and he thrust out
slowly a huge misshapen hand toward the golden strand. Philip felt
his nerves stretching to the breaking point. With Bram the girl's
hair was a fetich. A look of strange exultation crept over the
giant's heavy features as his fingers clutched the golden
offering. It almost drew a cry of warning from Philip. He saw the
girl smiling in the face of a deadly peril--a danger of which she
was apparently unconscious. Her hair still fell loose about her in
a thick and shimmering glory. And BRAM'S EYES WERE ON IT AS HE
TOOK THE TRESS FROM HER FINGERS! Was it conceivable that this mad-
man did not comprehend his power! Had the thought not yet burned
its way into his thick brain that a treasure many times greater
than, that which she had doled out to him lay within the reach of
his brute hands at any time he cared to reach out for it? And was
it possible that the girl did not guess her danger as she stood
there?

What she could see of his face must have been as pale as her own
when she looked at him. She smiled, and nodded at Bram. The giant