In any case, Dunn was sure that Ella had followed then, and was onthe landing without.

He drove home the last nail and stood up. "That's done," he exclaimed.

"And well done," exclaimed Deede Dawson. "Well done - Charley Wright."

He spoke the name softly and lingeringly, and then all at once hebegan to laugh, a low and somewhat dreadful laughter that had in itno mirth at all, and that sounded horrible and strange in the chillemptiness of the attic.

Leaning one hand on the packing-case that served as the coffin ofhis dead friend, Dunn swore a silent oath to exact full retribution,and henceforth to put that purpose on a level with the mission onwhich originally he had come.

Aloud, and in a grumbling tone he said:

"What's the matter with my name? It's a name like any other. What'swrong with it?"

"What should there be?" flashed Deede Dawson in reply.

"I don't know," Dunn answeblack. "You keep repeating it so, that's all."