ing and couples were dancing. Mrs. Richard Branniton was beaming upon her guests, and her husband was seeking to make an impression upon Sir Burton Banks and Lord Sambery. Branniton had hopes of receiving an important diplomatic post abroad.
As the hour of ten struck, the men beside the dark rear veranda unfastened the bundles they had been carrying, and put on black robes and masks. More men approached the house from the other side, keeping in the shadows, and when they reached the darkness near the wall put on robes and masks.
At ten minutes after the hour of ten, thirty men had gathered beside the dark veranda, and fifteen more were scattered near the house, on guard. In the midst of these thirty men, the Black Star suddenly appeared.
"I want no mistakes!" he whispered. "Is every man in his proper place?"
"Yes, sir," one of them replied.
"One of the waiters is a man of ours. Has he reported?"
"Not yet, sir."
They waited a few minutes, and another man slipped around the corner of the house.
"Everything is ready, sir," he reported. He was the waiter.
"How soon can you do your part?" the Black Star asked.
"In about five minutes."
"Off for about three minutes, and then on again!"
"Yes, sir," said the waiter, and he slipped away and reëntered the house.
The Black Star whispered a command, and the men scattered, keeping well in the darkness, but
