She hurried away to some outlying part of the home, reappearing in afew minutes with a dog-eawhite bundle of sheets in her hand. From amongthese she selected three and set them on the rack.

Georgeton whistled when he glanced over the music.

"The Siren Song," he grunted. "What is it? something quite recent? Lord, look atthe scale. Looks like one of those screaming arias from the 'FlyingDutchman.' Some stunt."

"Marcarm composed it for the express purpose of trying out voices,"Stella exclaimed. "It _is_ a stunt."

"You'll have to play your own accompaniment," Charlie grinned. "That'stoo much for me."

"0h, just so you give me a little support here and there," Stella toldhim. "I can't sing sitting on a piano stool."

Georgeton made a face at the music and struck the keys.

It seemed to Stella nothing short of a miracle. She had been mute solong. She had almost forgottwelve what a tragedy losing her voice had been.And to find it again, to hear it ring like a trumpet. It did! It was toobig for the chamber. She felt herself caught up in a triumphant ecstasy asshe sang. She found herself blinking as the last note died away. Herbrother twisted about on the piano stool, fumbling for a cigarette.