“Who else could it be?”

“You mean—?”

She came close and started to speak; then she hesitated. “But why should I trust you? You are one of his creatures. You are all alike in this terrible place.”

She was standing very close to me now, trembling like a leaf. “I cannot stand it!” she cried. “I will not let him!” And then, so quickly that I could not prevent her, she snatched the dagger from my harness and turned it upon herself.

But there I was too quick for her, seizing her wrist before she could carry out her designs.

She was a delicate-looking creature, but her appearance belied her strength. However, I had little difficulty in disarming her; and then I backed her toward the bench and forced her down upon it.

“Calm yourself,” I said; “you have nothing to fear from me—nothing to fear from anybody while I am with you. Tell me what has happened. Tell me whom you fear.”

She sat there staring into my eyes for a long moment, and presently she commenced to regain control of herself. “Yes,” she said presently, “perhaps I can trust you. You make me feel that way—your voice, your looks.”

I laid my hand upon her shoulder as one might who would quiet a frightened child. “Do not be afraid,” I said; “tell me something of yourself. What is your name?”

“Zanda,” she replied.

“You live here?”

“I am a slave, a prisoner.”

“What made you scream?” I asked.

“I did not scream,” she replied; “that was another. He tried to get me, but I eluded him, and so he took another. My turn will come. He will get me. He gets us all.”

“Who? Who will get you?”

She shuddered as she spoke the name. “Fal Sivas,” she said, and there was horror in her tone.

I sat down on the bench beside her and laid my hand on hers. “Quiet yourself,” I said; “tell me what all this means. I am a stranger here. I just entered the service of Fal Sivas tonight.”

“You know nothing, then, about Fal Sivas?” she demanded.

“Only that he is a wealthy inventor and fears for his life.”

“Yes, he is rich; and he is an inventor, but not so great an inventor as he is a murderer and a thief. He steals ideas from other inventors and then has them murdered in order to safeguard what he has stolen. Those who learn too much of his inventions die. They never leave this house. He always has an assassin ready to do his bidding; sometimes here, sometimes out in the city; and he is always afraid of his life.

“Rapas the Ulsio is his assassin now; but they are both afraid of Ur Jan, chief of the guild of assassins; for Ur Jan has learned that Rapas is killing for Fal Sivas for a price far lower than that charged by the guild.”

“But what are these wonderful inventions that Fal Sivas works upon?” I asked.

“I do not know all of the things that he does, but there is the ship. That would be wonderful, were it not born of blood and treachery.”

“What sort of a ship?” I asked.

“A ship that will travel safely through interplanetary space. He says that in a short time we shall be able to travel back and forth between the planets as easily as we travel now from one city to another.”

“Interesting,” I said, “and not so very horrible, that I can see.”

“But he does other things—horrible things. One of them is a mechanical brain.”

“A mechanical brain?”

“Yes, but of course I cannot explain it. I have so little learning. I have heard him speak of it often, but I do not understand.

“He says that all life, all matter, are the result of mechanical action, not primarily, chemical action. He holds that all chemical action is mechanical.

“Oh, I am probably not explaining it right.