Havoc ....................................................................................................................................................................1

E. Philips Oppenheim..............................................................................................................................1

Bellamy, King's Spy, and Dorward, journalist, known to fame in every Englishspeaking country, stood

before the double window of their spacious sittingroom, looking down upon the thoroughfare beneath. Both

men were laboring under a bitter sense of failure. Bellamy's face was dark with forebodings; Dorward was

irritated and nervous. Failure was a new thing to him a thing which those behind the great journals which

he represented understood less, even, than he. Bellamy loved his country, and fear was gnawing at his heart.

Below, the crowds which had been waiting patiently for many hours broke into a tumult of welcoming

voices. Down their thicklypacked lines the volume of sound arose and grew, a faint murmur at first,

swelling and growing to a thunderous roar. Myriads of hats were suddenly torn from the heads of the excited

multitude, handkerchiefs waved from every window. It was a wonderful greeting, this.

The broad avenue was suddenly thronged with a mass of soldiery guardsmen of the most famous of

Austrian regiments, brilliant in their white uniforms, their flashing helmets. The small brougham with its

great black horses was almost hidden within a ring of naked steel. Dorward, an American to the backbone

Far away from some other quarter came the same roar of voices, muffled yet insistent, charged with that faint,

The commotion had passed. The crowds in the street below were on the move, melting away now with a

muffled trampling of feet and a murmur of voices. The two men turned from their window back into the

room. Dorward commenced to roll a cigarette with yellowstained, nervous fingers, while Bellamy threw

"So it is over, this longtalkedof meeting," he said, half to himself, half to Dorward. "It is over, and Europe

"Long enough," Bellamy answered. "That little room in the Palace, my friend, may yet become famous."

"If you and I could buy its secrets," Dorward remarked, finally shaping a cigarette and lighting it, "we should

be big bidders, I think. I'd give fifty thousand dollars myself to be able to cable even a hundred words of their

"For the truth," Bellamy said, "the whole truth, there could be no price sufficient. We made our effort in

different directions, both of us. With infinite pains I planted I may tell you this now that the thing is over

seven spies in the Palace. They have been of as much use as rabbits. I don't believe that a single one of them

"I guess they weren't taking any chances up there," he remarked. "There wasn't a secretary in the room.

Carstairs was nearly thrown out, and he had a permit to enter the Palace. The great staircase was held with

"We shall hear the roar of bigger guns before we are many months older, Dorward," he declared.

"Do you suppose that this meeting is for nothing?" he asked. "When Austria, Germany and Russia stand

whispering in a corner, can't you believe it is across the North Sea that they point? Things have been shaping

"You English are too nervous to live, nowadays," Dorward declared impatiently. "I'd just like to know what

"Without a doubt, the Prince will tell you," he said. "He can scarcely do more to show his regard for your

country. He is giving you a special interview you alone out of about two hundred journalists. Very likely he

will give you an exact account of everything that transpired. first of all, he will assure you that this meeting

has been brought about in the interests of peace. He will tell you that the welfare of your dear country is

"Say, you're jealous, my friend," Dorward interrupted calmly. "I wonder what you'd give me for my ten

"If he told me the truth," Bellamy asserted, "I'd give my life for it. For the sort of stuff you're going to hear,

I'd give nothing. Can't you realize that for yourself, Dorward? You know the man false as Hell but with the

tongue of a serpent. He will grasp your hand; he will declare himself glad to speak through you to the great

AngloSaxon races to England and to his dear friends the Americans. He is only too pleased to have the

opportunity of expressing himself candidly and openly. Peace is to be the watchword of the future. The white

doves have hovered over the Palace. The rulers of the earth have met that the crash of arms may be stilled and

that this terrible unrest which broods over Europe shall finally be broken up. They have pledged themselves

hand in hand to work together for this object, Russia, broken and humiliated, but with an immense army

still available, whose only chance of holding her place among the nations is another and a successful war;

Austria, on fire for the seaboard Austria, to whom war would give the desire of her existence; Germany,

with Bismarck's last but secret words written in letters of fire on the walls of her palaces, in the hearts of her

rulers, in the brain of her great Emperor. Colonies! Expansion! Empire! Whose colonies, I wonder? Whose

"I guess he'll tell me what he chooses and I shall print it," he answered indifferently. "It's all part of the game,

of course. I am not exactly chicken enough to expect the truth. All the same, my message will come from the

"He makes use of you," Bellamy declared, "to throw dust into our eyes and yours."

"Even so," Dorward admitted, "I don't care so long as I get the copy. It's goodbye, I suppose?"

"I shall go on to Berlin, perhaps, tomorrow," he said. "I can do no more good here. And you?"

"After I've sent my cable I'm off to Belgrade for a week, at any rate," Dorward answered. "I hear the women

"It's a queer position hers, if you like," he said. "All Vienna raves about her. They throng the Opera House

every night to hear her sing, and they pay her the biggest salary which has ever been known here. Three parts

of it she sends to Belgrade to the Chief of the Committee for National Defence. The jewels that are sent her

anonymously go to the same place, all to buy arms to fight these people who worship her. I tell you,

Dorward," he added, rising to his feet and walking to the window, "the patriotism of these people is

something we colder races scarcely understand. Perhaps it is because we have never dwelt under the shadow

of a conqueror. If ever Austria is given a free hand, it will be no mere war upon which she enters, it will be

"Well," he said, "I mustn't keep His Excellency waiting. Goodbye, and cheer up, Bellamy! Your old country

Out he went long, lank, uncouth, with yellowstained fingers and hatchetshaped, gray face a strange

figure but yet a power. Bellamy remained. For a while he seemed doubtful how to pass the time. He stood in

front of the window, watching the dispersal of the crowds and the marching by of a regiment of soldiers,

whose movements he followed with critical interest, for he, too, had been in the service. He had still a

military bearing, tall, and with complexion inclined to be dusky, a small black moustache, dark eyes, a

silent mouth, a man of many reserves. Even his intimates knew little of him. Nevertheless, his was the

After a time he sat down and wrote some letters. He had just finished when there came a sharp tap at the

door. Before he could open his lips some one had entered. He heard the soft swirl of draperies and turned

sharply round, then sprang to his feet and held out both his hands. There was expression in his face now as

She held his fingers for a moment in a manner which betokened a more than common intimacy. Then she

threw herself into an easychair and raised her thick veil. Bellamy looked at her for a moment in sorrowful

silence. There were violet lines underneath her beautiful eyes, her cheeks were destitute of any color. There

was an abandonment of grief about her attitude which moved him. She sat as one brokenspirited, in whom

"Who can doubt?" she exclaimed. "For myself, I feel it in the air! I can see it in the faces of the people who

throng the city! I can hear it in the peals of those awful bells! You know nothing? You have heard nothing?"

"I did all that was humanly possible," he said, dropping his voice. "An Englishman in Vienna today has very

little opportunity. I filled the Palace with spies, but they hadn't a dog's chance. There wasn't even a secretary

present. The Czar, the two Emperors and the Chancellor, not another soul was in the room."

"If only Von Behrling had been taken!" she exclaimed. "He was there in reserve, I know, as stenographer. I

have but to lift my hand and it is enough. I would have had the truth from him, whatever it cost me."

Bellamy looked at her thoughtfully. It was not for nothing that the Press of every European nation had called

her the most beautiful woman in the world. He frowned slightly at her last words, for he loved her.

She moved her head and looked up at him. She was leaning a little forward now, her chin resting upon her

hands. Something about the lines of her long, supple body suggested to him the savage animal crouching for

a spring. She was quiet, but her bosom was heaving, and he could guess at the passion within. With purpose

"Before God, no!" she answered, the anger blazing out of her eyes, shaking in her voice. "I sing no more in

"There will be a revolution," Bellamy remarked. "I see that the whole city is placarded with notices. It is to be

"What do I care I I for their gala night! If I were like Samson, if I could pull down the pillars of their

"Dear Louise, it is useless, this. You do everything that can be done for your country."

"My friend David," she said, "you do not understand. None of you English yet can understand what it is to

crouch in the shadow of this black fear, to feel a tyrant's hand come creeping out, to know that your

lifeblood and the lifeblood of all your people must be shed, and shed in vain. To rob a nation of their

liberty, ah! it is worse, this, than murder, a worse crime than his who stains the soul of a poor innocent girl!

"Forgive me," she murmured, "I am overwrought. I have borne up against this thing so long. I can do no more

good here. I come to tell you that I go away till the time comes. I go to your London. They want me to sing

"I am Idiale," she declared. "I keep no engagement if I do not choose. I will sing no more to this people

whom I hate. My friend David, I have suffered enough. Their applause I loathe their covetous eyes as they

watch me move about the stage oh, I could strike them all dead! They come to me, these young Austrian

noblemen, as though I were already one of a conquered race. I keep their diamonds but I destroy their

messages. Their jewels go to my chorus girls or to arm my people. But no one of them has had a kind word

from me save where there has been something to be gained. Even Von Behrling I have fooled with promises.

"Yes," he assented, "they call you cold here in the capital! Even in the Palace "

"It is finished!" she declared. "I sing no more. I have sent word to the Opera House. I came here to be in

hiding for a while. They will search for me everywhere. Tonight or tomorrow I leave for England."

"I am not sure that you are wise," he said. "You take it too much for granted that the end has come."

She sat upright in her chair. Her hands thrust him from her, her bosom heaved, a spot of color flared in her

"Proof!" she cried. "What do you suppose, then, that these wolves have plotted for? What else do you

suppose could be Austria's share of the feast? Couldn't you hear our fate in the thunder of their voices when

that miserable monarch rode back to his captivity? We are doomed betrayed! You remember the Massacre

of St. Bartholomew, a bloodstained page of history for all time. The world would tell you that we have

outlived the age of such barbarous doings. It is not true. My friend David, it is not true. It is a more terrible

He came over to her side once more and laid his hand soothingly on hers. It was heartrending to witness the

"Dear Louise," he said, "after all, this is profitless. There may yet be compromises."

She suffered her hand to remain in his, but the bitterness did not pass out of her face or tone.

"Compromises!" she repeated. "Do you believe, then, that we are like those ancient races who felt the

presence of a conqueror because their hosts were scattered in battle, and who suffered themselves passively to

be led into captivity? My country can be conquered in one way, and one way only, not until her sons, ay,

and her daughters too, have perished, can these people rule. They will come to an empty and a stricken

country a country red with blood, desolate, with blackened houses and empty cities. The horror of it! Think,

"You take too much for granted," he declared. "England, at any rate, is not yet a conquered race. And there is

France Italy, too, if she is wise, will never suffer this thing from her ancient enemy."

"It is the might of the world which threatens," she murmured. "Your country may defend herself, but here she

is powerless. Already it has been proved. Last year you declared yourself our friend you and even Russia.

Then tragedy broke into the room, tragedy in the shape of a man demented. For fifteen years Bellamy had

known Arthur Dorward, but this man was surely a stranger! He was hatless, dishevelled, wild. A dull streak

Words failed him suddenly. He leaned against the table, breathless, panting heavily.

Bellamy opened the door and she passed out, with a farewell pressure of his fingers. Then he closed it firmly

Dorward from a side table had seized the bottle of whiskey and a siphon, and was mixing himself a drink

with trembling fingers. He tossed it off before he spoke a word. Then he turned around and faced his

Bellamy obeyed. He had no doubt now but that Dorward had lost his head in the Chancellor's presence had

made some absurd attempt to gain the knowledge which they both craved, and had failed.

"Bellamy," Dorward exclaimed, speaking hoarsely and still a little out of breath, "I guess I've had the biggest

slice of luck that was ever dealt out to a human being. If only I can get safe out of this city, I tell you I've got

"It's the most amazing thing that ever happened," he declared, "but I've got it here in my pocket, got it in

"Why, what you and I, an hour ago, would have given a million for," Dorward replied.

"You can't mean this, Dorward!" he exclaimed. "You may have something just what the Chancellor wants

you to print. You're not supposing for an instant that you've got the whole truth?"

"Here in my pocket," he declared, striking his chest, "in the Chancellor's own handwriting. I tell you I've got

the original verbatim copy of everything that passed and was resolved upon this afternoon between the Czar

of Russia, the Emperor of Austria and the Emperor of Germany. I've got it word for word as the Chancellor

Bellamy for a moment was stricken dumb. He looked toward the door and back into his friend's face aglow

"Not I! I tell you that the Chancellor gave it to me, gave it to me with his own hands, willingly, pressed it

upon me. No, don't scoff!" he went on quickly. "Listen! This is a genuine thing. The Chancellor's mad. He

was lying in a fit when I left the Palace. It will be in all the evening papers. You will hear the boys shouting it

in the streets within a few minutes. Don't interrupt and I'll tell you the whole truth. You can believe me or not,

as you like. It makes no odds. I arrived punctually and was shown up into the anteroom. Even from there I

could hear loud voices in the inner chamber and I knew that something was up. Presently a little fellow came

out to me a darkbearded chap with goldrimmed glasses. He was very polite, introduced himself as the

Chancellor's physician, regretted exceedingly that the Chancellor was unwell and could see no one, the

excitement and hard work of the last few days had knocked him out. Well, I stood there arguing as pleasantly

as I could about it, and then all of a sudden the door of the inner room was thrown open. The Chancellor

himself stood on the threshold. There was no doubt about his being ill; his face was as pale as parchment, his

eyes were simply wild, and his hair was all ruffled as though he had been standing upon his head. He began

to talk to the physician in German. I didn't understand him until he began to swear, then it was wonderful!

In the end he brushed them all away and, taking me by the arm, led me right into the inner room. For a long

time he went on jabbering away half to himself, and I was wondering how on earth to bring the conversation

round to the things I wanted to know about. Then, all of a sudden, he turned to me and seemed to remember

who I was and what I wanted. 'Ah!' he said, 'you are Dorward, the American journalist. I remember you now.

Lock the door.' I obeyed him pretty quick, for I had noticed they were mighty uneasy outside, and I was

afraid they'd be disturbing us every moment. 'Come and sit down,' he ordered. I did so at once. 'You're a

sensible fellow,' he declared. 'Today every one is worrying me. They think that I am not well. It is foolish. I

am quite well. Who would not be well on such a day as this?' I told him that I had never seen him looking

better in my life, and he nodded and seemed pleased. 'You have come to hear the truth about the meeting of

my master with the Czar and the Emperor of Germany?' he asked. 'That's so,' I told him. 'America 's more

than a little interested in these things, and I want to know what to tell her.' Then he leaned across the table.

'My young friend,' he said, 'I like you. You are straightforward. You speak plainly and you do not worry me.

It is good. You shall tell your country what it is that we have planned, what the things are that are coming.

Yours is a great and wise country. When they know the truth, they will remember that Europe is a long way

off and that the things which happen there are really no concern of theirs.' 'You are right,' I assured him,

'dead right. Treat us openly, that's all we ask.' 'Shall I not do that, my young friend?' he answered. 'Now look,

I give you this.' He fumbled through all his pockets and at last he drew out a long envelope, sealed at both

ends with black sealing wax on which was printed a coat of arms with two tigers facing each other. He looked

toward the door cautiously, and there was just that gleam in his eyes which madmen always have. 'Here it is,'

he whispered, 'written with my own hand. This will tell you exactly what passed this afternoon. It will tell

you our plans. It will tell you of the share which my master and the other two are taking. Button it up safely,'

he said, 'and, whatever you do, do not let them know outside that you have got it. Between you and me,' he

went on, leaning across the table, 'something seems to have happened to them all today. There's my old

doctor there. He is worrying all the time, but he himself is not well. I can see it whenever he comes near me.'

I nodded as though I understood and the Chancellor tapped his forehead and grinned. Then I got up as

casually as I could, for I was terribly afraid that he wouldn't let me go. We shook hands, and I tell you his

fingers were like pieces of burning coal. Just as I was moving, some one knocked at the door. Then he began

to storm again, kicked his chair over, threw a paperweight at the window, and talked such nonsense that I

couldn't follow him. I unlocked the door myself and found the doctor there. I contrived to look as frightened

as possible. 'His Highness is not well enough to talk to me,' I whispered. 'You had better look after him.' I

heard a shout behind and a heavy fall. Then I closed the door and slipped away as quietly as I could and

"My God, but this is wonderful!" he muttered. "How long is it since you left the Palace?"

"They'll find it out at once," declared the other. "They'll miss the paper. Perhaps he'll tell them himself that he

has given it to you. Don't let us run any risks, Dorward. Tear it open. Let us know the truth, at any rate. If you

have to part with the document, we can remember its contents. Out with it, man, quick!. They may be here at

"What do you mean?" he exclaimed. "You're not going to keep it to yourself? You know what it means to me

"Your old country can look after herself pretty well," Dorward declared. "Anyhow, she'll have to take her

chance. I am not here as a philanthropist. I am an American journalist, and I'll part to nobody with the biggest

"What are you going to do with it?" he asked quickly. "I tell you I'm off out of the country tonight,"

Dorward declared. "I shall head for England. Pearce is there himself, and I tell you it will be just the greatest

day of my life when I put this packet in his hand. We'll make New York hum, I can promise you, and Europe

Bellamy's manner was perfectly quiet too quiet to be altogether natural. His hand was straying towards his

"Dorward," he said, speaking rapidly, and keeping his back to the door, "you don't realize what you're up

against. This sort of thing is new to you. You haven't a dog's chance of leaving Vienna alive with that in your

pocket. If you trust yourself in the Orient Express tonight, you'll never be allowed to cross the frontier. By

this time they know that the packet is missing; they know, too, that you are the only man who could have it,

whether the Chancellor has told them the truth or not. Open it at once so that we get some good out of it.

Then we'll go round to the Embassy. We can slip out by the back way, perhaps. Remember I have spent my

life in the service, and I tell you that there's no other place in the city where your life is worth a snap of the

"I think not," Dorward answered firmly. "I am an American citizen. I have broken no laws and done no one

any harm. If there's any slaughtering about, I guess they'll hesitate before they begin with Arthur Dorward. . .

He took a quick step backward, he was looking into the muzzle of Bellamy's revolver.

"Dorward," the latter exclaimed, "I can't help it! Yours is only a personal ambition I stand for my country.

"Then shoot and be dd to you!" Dorward declared fiercely. "This s my show, not yours. You and your

He broke off without finishing his sentence. There was a thunderous knocking at the door. The two men

looked at one another for a moment, speechless. Then Bellamy, with a smothered oath, replaced the revolver

The knocking was repeated. When Bellamy with a shrug of the shoulders answered the summons, three men

in plain clothes entered. They saluted Bellamy, but their eyes were traveling around the room.

"We are seeking Herr Dorward, the American journalist!" one exclaimed. "He was here but a moment ago."

Bellamy pointed to the inner door. He had had too much experience in such matters to attempt any

prevarication. The three men crossed the room quickly and Bellamy followed in the rear. He heard a cry of

disappointment from the foremost as he opened the door. The inner room was empty!

"Yes," Bellamy answered, "there is news! That is why I have come. Where can we talk?"

She rose to her feet. Before them the open French windows led on to a smooth green lawn. She took his arm.

"Come outside with me," she said. "I am shut up here because I will not see the doctors whom they send, or

any one from the Opera House. An envoy from the Palace has been and I have sent him away."

Bellamy looked around. The garden of the villa was enclosed by high gray stone walls. They were secure

here, at least, from eavesdroppers. She rested her fingers lightly upon his arm, holding up the skirts of her

"Of course," she assented. "You told me that the Chancellor had promised him an interview for today."

"The newspapers are full of lies as usual, then, I suppose. The latest telegrams say that the Chancellor is

"It is quite true," Bellamy declared. "What I am going to tell you is surprising, but I had it from Dorward

himself. When he reached the Palace, the Chancellor was practically insane. His doctors were trying to

persuade him to go to his room and lie down, but he heard Dorward's voice and insisted upon seeing him. The

man was mad on the verge of a collapse and he handed over to Dorward his notes, and a verbatim report

"It is amazing," he admitted, "but it is the truth. I know it for a fact. The man was absolutely beside himself,

"Dorward would not give it up," he said bitterly. "While we argued in our sittingroom at the hotel the police

arrived. Dorward escaped through the bedroom and down the service stairs. He spoke of trying to catch the

"Louise, you and I have few secrets from each other. I would have killed Dorward to obtain that sealed

envelope, because I believe that the knowledge of its contents in London today would save us from disaster.

To know how far each is pledged, and from which direction the first blow is to come, would be our

"I cannot understand," she said, "why he should have refused to share his knowledge with you. He is an

American it is almost the same thing as being an Englishman. And you are friends, I am sure that you

"It was a matter of vanity simply cursed vanity," Bellamy answered. "It would have been the greatest

journalistic success of modern times for him to have printed that document, word for word, in his paper. He

"He will have to reckon with me," Bellamy declared. "I know that he is going to try and leave Vienna

"I, too," she announced. "I come with you, my friend. I do no more good here, and they worry my life out all

the time. I come to sing in London at Covent Garden. I have agreements there which only await my signature.

"Very well," he answered, "only remember that my movements must depend very largely upon Dorward's.

The train leaves at eight o'clock, station time. I have already a coupe reserved."

They walked on for a few paces in silence. Bellamy looked around the gardens, brilliant with flowering

shrubs and rose trees, with here and there some delicate piece of statuary halfhidden amongst the wealth of

foliage. The villa had once belonged to a royal favorite, and the grounds had been its chief glory. They

reached a sheltered seat and sat down. A few yards away a tiny waterfall came tumbling over the rocks into a

deep pool. They were hidden from the windows of the villa by the boughs of a drooping chestnut tree.

She took his hand in hers and smoothed it. She had returned his kiss, but she drew a little further away from

"Ah! my dear friend," looking at him with sorrow in her eyes, "courtship is scarcely the word, is it? For you

"Never believe that," he begged. "These days are dark enough, Heaven knows, yet the work of every one has

Something flickered for a moment in her face, something which seemed to make a different woman of her.

Bellamy saw it, and hardened though he was he felt the slow stirring of his own pulses. He kissed her hand

"We must not talk of these things," she said. "We must not think of them. At least our friendship has been

wonderful. Now I must go in. I must tell my maid and arrange to steal away tonight."

They stood up, and he held her in his arms for a moment. Though her lips met his freely enough, he was very

conscious of the reserve with which she yielded herself to him, conscious of it and thankful, too. They walked

up the path together, and as they went she plucked a red rose and thrust it through his buttonhole.

"If we had no dreams," she said softly, "life would not be possible. Perhaps some day even we may pluck

He raised her fingers to his lips. It was not often that they lapsed into sentiment. When she spoke again it was

"You had better leave," she told him, "by the garden gate. There are the usual crowd in my anteroom, and it is

"Till this evening," he whispered, as he turned away. "I shall be at the station early. If Dorward is taken, I

Dorwood, whistling softly to himself, sat in a corner of his coupe rolling innumerable cigarettes. He was a

man of unbounded courage and wonderful resource, but with a slightly exaggerated idea as to the sanctity of

an American citizen. He had served his apprenticeship in his own country, and his name had become a

household word owing to his brilliant success as war correspondent in the RussoJapanese War. His

experience of European countries, however, was limited. After the more obvious dangers with which he had

grappled and which he had overcome during his adventurous career, he was disposed to be a little

contemptuous of the subtler perils at which his friend Bellamy had plainly hinted. He had made his escape

from the hotel without any very serious difficulty, and since that time, although he had taken no particular

precautions, he had remained unmolested. From his own point of view, therefore, it was perhaps only

reasonable that he should no longer have any misgiving as to his personal safety. ARREST as a thief was the

The coupe was exceedingly comfortable and, after all, he had had a somewhat exciting day. He lit a cigarette

and stretched himself out with a murmur of immense satisfaction. He was close upon the great triumph of his

life. He was perfectly content to lie there and look out upon the flying landscape, upon which the shadows

were now fast descending. He was safe, absolutely safe, he assured himself. Nevertheless, when the door of

his coupe was opened, he started almost like a guilty man. The relief in his face as he recognized his visitor

"Wasting your time, aren't you?" the latter remarked, pointing to the growing heap of cigarettes.

"Well, I guess not," Dorward answered. "I can smoke this lot before we reach London."

"You are such a sanguine person," Bellamy sighed. "Personally, I do not think that there is the slightest

Bellamy merely shrugged his shoulders. Dorward seemed to find the gesture irritating.

"You've got espionage on the brain, my dear friend," he declared dryly. "I suppose it's the result of your

profession. I may not know so much about Europe as you do, but I am inclined to think that an American

citizen traveling with his passport on a train like this is moderately safe, especially when he's not above a

"I don't see any pluck about it. In Vienna, I must admit, I shouldn't have been surprised if they'd tried to fake

up some sort of charge against me, but anyhow they didn't. Guess they'd find it a pretty tall order trying to

"I suppose you're not bluffing, by any chance, Dorward?" he said. "You really believe what you say?"

"My dear Dorward," he said, "it is amazing to me that a man of your experience should talk and behave like a

"Nothing much," Bellamy declared, "except that there are, to my certain knowledge, three high officials of

the Secret Police of Austria in the next coupe but one, and at least four or five of their subordinates

But Bellamy was suddenly grave. There had come into his face an utterly altered expression. His tone, when

"Dorward," he said, "upon my honor, I assure you that what I have told you is the truth. I cannot seem to

make you realize the seriousness of your position. When you left the Palace with that paper in your pocket,

you were, to all intents and purposes, a doomed man. Your passport and your American citizenship count for

absolutely nothing. I have come in to warn you that if you have any last messages to leave, you had better

"This is a pretty good bluff you're putting up!" Dorward exclaimed contemptuously. "The long and short of it

is, I suppose, that you want me to break the seal of this document and let you read it."

"It is too late for that, Dorward," he said. "If the seal were broken, they'd very soon guess where I came in,

and it wouldn't help the work I have in hand for me to be picked up with a bullet in my forehead on the

"Well, frankly, not to argue with you," Bellamy answered. "As a matter of fact, you are of no use to me any

longer. I am sorry, old man. You can't say that I didn't give you good advice. I am bound to play for my own

hand, though, in this matter, and if I get any benefit at all out of my journey, it will be after some regrettable

"Say, ring the bell for drinks and chuck this!" Dorward exclaimed. "I've had about enough of it. I am not

denying anything you say, but if these fellows really are on board, they'll think twice before they meddle with

"On the contrary," Bellamy assured him, "they will not take the trouble to think at all. Their minds are

perfectly made up as to what they are going to do. However, that's finished. I have nothing more to say.

"Look here, Bellamy," he said, turning abruptly round, "supposing I change my mind, supposing I open this

"You must not think of it!" he exclaimed. "You would simply write my deathwarrant. Don't allude to that

"Then, for Heaven's sake, don't stop any longer!" Dorward said irritably. "You get on my nerves with all this

foolish talk. In an hour's time I am going to bolt my door and go to sleep. We'll breakfast together in the

Bellamy said nothing. The steward had brought them the whiskies and sodas which Dorward had ordered.

Dorward drank his off at a gulp. Almost immediately he closed his eyes. Bellamy, with a little shrug of the

shoulders, left him alone. As he passed along to his own coupe, he met Louise in the corridor.

"He is in that coupe, number 7, alone," she said. "I invited him to come in with me but he seemed

embarrassed. It is his companions who watch him all the time. He has promised to talk with me later."

In the middle of the night, Louise opened her eyes to find Bellamy bending over her.

"Louise," he whispered, "it is Von Behrling who will take possession of the packet. They have been

discussing whether it will not be safer to go on to London instead of doubling back. See Von Behrling again.

Do all you can to persuade him to come to London, all you can, Louise, remember."

"So!" she whispered. "I shall put on my dressinggown and sit in the corridor. It is hot here."

Bellamy glided out, closing the door softly behind him. The train was rushing on now through the blackness

of an unusually dark night. For some time he sat in his own compartment, listening. The voices whose

muttered conversation he had overheard were silent now, but once he fancied that he heard shuffling

footsteps and a little cry. In his heart he knew well that before morning Dorward would have disappeared.

The man within him was hard to subdue. He longed to make his way to Dorward's side, to interfere in this

terribly unequal struggle, yet he made no movement. Dorward was a man and a friend, but what was a life

more or less? It was to a greater cause that he was pledged. Towards three o'clock he lay down on his bed and

The train attendant brought him his coffee soon after daylight. The man's hands were trembling.

"Near Munich, Monsieur," the man answered. "Monsieur noticed, perhaps, that we stopped for some time in

"There has been an accident," the man declared. "An American gentleman who got in at Vienna was drinking

whiskey all night and became very drunk. In a tunnel he threw himself out upon the line."

Bellamy shuddered a little. He had been prepared, but none the less it was an awful thing, this.

"There is a doctor from Vienna upon the train, sir," he said. "He examined him at once, but death must have

Bellamy drew a long breath and commenced to put on his clothes. The next move was for him.

Bellamy stole along the halflit corridors of the train until he came to the coup6 which had been reserved for

Mademoiselle Idiale. Assured that he was not watched, he softly turned the handle of the door and entered.

Louise was sitting up in her dressinggown, drinking her coffee. He held up his finger and she greeted him

"Forgive me, Louise," he whispered, "I dared not knock, and I was obliged to see you at once."

"It is of no consequence," she said. "One is always prepared here. The porter, the ticketman, and at the

"He simply sat still and asked for it," Bellamy declared, still speaking in a cautious undertone. "He would not

be warned. I could have saved him, if any one could, but he would not hear reason."

"He has paid the penalty," Bellamy continued. "Now listen to me, Louise. I got into that small coupe next to

Von Behrling's, and I feel sure, from what I overheard, that they will go on to London, all three of them."

"Baron Streuss, who is head of the Secret Police, Von Behrling and Adolf Kahn," Bellamy answered. "Then

there are four or five Secret Service men of the rank and file, but they are all traveling separately. Von

"For one thing, " Bellamy replied, with a grim smile, "they are afraid of me. Then you must remember that

this affair of Dorward will be talked about. They do not want to seem in any way implicated. To return from

"I am going to leave the train at the next stop," he continued. "I find that I shall just catch the Northern

Express to Berlin. From there I shall come on to London as quickly as I can. You know the address of my

"When I get there, let me have a line waiting to tell me where I can see you. While I am on the train you will

find Von Behrling almost inaccessible. Directly I have gone it will be different. Play with him carefully. He

should not be difficult. To tell you the truth, I am rather surprised that he has been trusted upon a mission like

this. He was in disgrace with the Chancellor a short while ago, and I know that he was hurt at not being

allowed to attend the conference. The others will watch him closely, but they cannot overhear everything that

passes between you two. Von Behrling is a poor man. You will know how to make him wish he were rich."

"It is a slender chance, David," she remarked. "Von Behrling is a little wild, I know, and he pretends to be

very much in love with me, but I do not think that he would sell his country. Then, too, see how he will be

"Louise," he declared earnestly, "you don't quite realize Von Behrling's special weakness and your

extraordinary strength. You know that you are beautiful, I suppose, but you do not quite know what that

means. I have heard men talk about you till one would think that they were children. You have something of

that art or guile call it what you will which passes from you through a man's blood to his brain, and

carries him indeed to Heaven but carries him there mad. Louise, don't be angry with me for what I say.

Remember that I know my sex. I know you, too, and I trust you, but you can turn Von Behrling from a sane,

honorable man into what you will, without suffering even his lips to touch your fingers. Von Behrling has

that packet in his possession. When I come to see you in London, I will bring you twenty thousand pounds in

Bank of England notes. With that Von Behrling might fancy himself on his way to America with you."

She closed her eyes for a moment. Perhaps she wished to keep hidden from him the thoughts which chased

one another through her brain. He wished to make use of her of her, the woman whom he loved. Then she

"But I am afraid," she said softly, "that the moment they reach London this document will be taken to the

"Before then," Bellamy declared, "Von Behrling must not know whether he is in heaven or upon earth. It will

not be opened in London. He can make up another packet to resemble precisely the one of which he robbed

Dorward. Oh! it is a difficult game, I know, but it is worth playing. Remember, Louise, that we are not petty

conspirators. It is your country's very existence that is threatened. It is for her sake as well as for England."

"I shall do my best," she murmured, looking into his face. "Oh, you may be sure that I shall do my best!"

Bellamy raised her fingers to his lips and stole away. The electric lamps had been turned out, but the morning

was cloudy and the light dim. Back in his own berth, he put his things together, ready to leave at Munich.

"I may be wrong," Bellamy continued slowly, "but I believe that if I asked you a question and it concerned

The man's gesture was inimitable. Englishmen to him were obviously the salt of the earth. Germans and

Austrians why, they existed as the cattle in the fields nothing more. Bellamy gave him a sovereign.

"There were three Austrians who got in at Vienna," he said. "They are in numbers ten and eleven."

"But yes, Monsieur!" the man assented. "As yet I think they are fast asleep. Not one of them has rung for his

"You do not happen," Bellamy continued, "to have heard them say anything about leaving the train before

"On the contrary, sir," the porter answered, "two of the gentlemen have been inquiring about the boat across

"Thank you very much. You will be so discreet as to forget that I have asked you any questions concerning

The bell rang. The man looked outside and put his head once more in Bellamy's coupe.

"It is one of the gentleman who has rung," he declared. "If anything is said about leaving the train, I shall

"Two of the gentlemen, sir," he announced, "are undressed and in their pyjamas. They have ordered their

"Further, sir," the man continued, coming a little closer, "one of them asked me whether the English

gentleman meaning you was going through to London or not. I told them that you were getting out at the

Mademoiselle Idiale, with the aid of one of the two maids who were traveling with her, was able to make a

sufficiently effective toilette. At a few minutes before the time for luncheon, she walked down the corridor

and recognized Von Behrling, who was sitting with his companions in one of the compartments.

He rose to his feet and came out. Tall, with a fair moustache and blue eyes, he was often taken for an

"You have rested well, I trust, Mademoiselle?" he asked, bowing low over her fingers.

"Excellently," replied Louise. "Will you not take me in to luncheon? The car is full of men and I am not

He turned and spoke to his companions. Louise saw at once that they were protesting vigorously. She saw,

too, that Von Behrling only became more obstinate and that he was very nearly angry. She moved a few steps

on down the corridor, and stood looking out of the window. He joined her almost immediately.

"Come," he said, "they will be serving luncheon in five minutes. We will go and take a good place."

"Your friends, I am afraid," she remarked, "did not like your leaving them. They are not very gallant."

"To me it is indifferent," he answered, fiercely twirling his moustache. "Streuss there is an old fool. He has

"You are your own master, I suppose," she said. "The Baron is used to command his policemen, and

"He means well," Von Behrling asserted. "It is his manner only which is against him."

They found a comfortable table, and she sat smiling at him across the white cloth.

"If this is not Sachers," she said, "it is at least more pleasant than lunching alone."

"I can assure you, Mademoiselle," he declared, with a vigorous twirl of his moustache, "that I find it so."

"Always gallant," she murmured. "Tell me, is it true of you the news which I heard just before I left

"I heard something of the sort," she admitted. "To be quite candid with you, I think it was reported that the

"Ah! well," she said, looking meditatively out upon the landscape, "a year ago the thought of that conference

would have driven me wild. I should not have been content until I had learned somehow or other what had

transpired. Lately, I am afraid, my interest in my country seems to have grown a trifle cold. Perhaps because I

have lived in Vienna I have learned to look at things from your point of view. Then, too, the world is a selfish

place, and our own little careers are, after all, the most important part of it."

"Oh! I still love my country, in a way," she answered, "and I still hate all Austrians, in a way, but it is not as it

used to be with me, I must admit. If we had two lives, I would give one to my country and keep one for

myself. Since we have only one, I am afraid, after all, that I am human, and I want to taste some of its

"Some of its pleasures," Von Behrling repeated, a little gloomily. "Ah, that is easy enough for you,

"Not so easy as it may appear," she answered. "One needs many things to get the best out of life. One needs

wealth and one needs love, and one needs them while one is young, while one can enjoy."

"If one is not careful," she continued, "one lets the years slip by. They can never come again. If one does not

Von Behrling assented with renewed gloom. He was twentyfive years old, and his income barely paid for

"It is strange," he said, "that you should talk like this. You have the world at your feet, Mademoiselle. You

Her lips parted in a dazzling smile. The bluest eyes in the world grew softer as they looked into his. Von

"My friend, it is not so easy," she murmured. "Tell me," she continued, "why it is that you have so little

"Well," she said, glancing down the menu which the waiter had brought, "if you are poor and content to

"But I have none!" he declared. "You should know that you, Mademoiselle. Life for me means one thing

She looked at him, for a moment, and down upon the tablecloth. Von Behrling shook like a man in the throes

"We talk too intimately," she whispered, as the people began to file in to take their places. "After luncheon

we will take our coffee in my coupe. Then, if you like, we will speak of these matters. I have a headache.

Will you order me some champagne? It is a terrible thing, I know, to drink wine in the morning, but when

one travels, what can one do? Here come your bodyguard. They look at me as though I had stolen you away.

Remember we take our coffee together afterwards. I am bored with so much traveling, and I look to you to

Von Behrling's journey was, after all, marked with sharp contrasts. The kindness of the woman whom he

adored was sufficient in itself to have transported him into a seventh heaven. On the other hand, he had

trouble with his friends. Streuss drew him on one side at Ostend, and talked to him plainly.

"Von Behrling," he said, "I speak to you on behalf of Kahn and myself. Wine and women and pleasure are

good things. We two, we love them, perhaps, as you do, but there is a place and a time for them, and it is not

"Well, well!" Von Behrling exclaimed impatiently, "what is all this? What do I do wrong? What have you to

say against me? If I talk with Mademoiselle Idiale, it is because it is the natural thing for me to do. Would

you have us three you and Kahn and myself travel arm in arm and speak never a word to our fellow

passengers? Would you have us proclaim to all the world that we are on a secret mission, carrying a secret

document, to obtain which we have already committed a crime? These are oldfashioned methods, Streuss. It

"It is you," the older man declared, "who play the fool, and we will not have it! Mademoiselle Idiale is a

Servian and a patriot. She is the friend, too, of Bellamy, the Englishman. She and he were together last

"Bellamy is not even on the train," Von Behrling protested. "He went north to Berlin. That itself is the proof

that they know nothing. If he had had the merest suspicion, do you not think that he would have stayed with

"Bellamy is very clever," Streuss answered. "There are too many of us to deal with, he knew that.

Mademoiselle Idiale is clever, too. Remember that half the trouble in life has come about through false

"That you travel the rest of the way with us, and speak no more with Mademoiselle."

Von Behrling drew himself up. After all, it was he who was noble; Streuss was little more than a policeman.

"I refuse!" he exclaimed. "Let me remind you, Streuss, that I am in charge of this expedition. It was I who

planned it. It was I" he dropped his voice and touched his chest "who struck the first blow for its success.

I think that we need talk no more," he went on. "I welcome your companionship. It makes for strength that

we travel together. But for the rest, the enterprise has been mine, the success so far has been mine, and the

termination of it shall be mine. Watch me, if you like. Stay with me and see that I am not robbed, if you fear

that I am not able to take care of myself, but do not ask me to behave like an idiot."

Von Behrling stepped away quickly. The siren was already blowing from the steamer.

The night was dark but fine, and the crossing smooth. Louise, wrapped in furs, abandoned her private cabin

directly they had left the harbor, and had a chair placed on the upper deck. Von Behrling found her there, but

not before they were nearly halfway across. She beckoned him to her side. Her eyes glowed at him through

"You are not looking after me, my friend," she declared. "By myself I had to find this place."

"I know what it is," she said. "You have secrets which you are taking to London, and they are afraid of me

because I am a Servian. Tell me, is it not so? Perhaps, even, they think that I am a spy."

"Sit down on the deck," she continued, "and lean against the rail. You are too big to talk to up there. So! Now

"Is it without reason?" he asked. "Would not any one be afraid of you if, indeed, they believed that you

wished to know our secrets? I wonder if there is a man alive whom you could not turn round your little

"Ah, no!" she said. "Men are not like that, nowadays. They talk and they talk, but it is not much they would

"I do, indeed. One reads lovestories no, I do not mean romances, but memoirs memoirs of the French

and Austrian Courts memoirs, even, written by Englishmen. Men were different a generation ago. Honor

was dear to them then, honor and position and wealth, and yet there were many, very many then who were

"My friend," she answered, looking down at him, "I think that there are very few."

She heard his breath come fast between his teeth, and she realized his state of excitement.

"Mademoiselle Louise," he said, "my love for you has made me a laughingstock in the clubs of Vienna. I

the povertystricken, who have nothing but a noble name, nothing to offer you have dared to show others

what I think, have dared to place you in my heart above all the women on earth."

She looked along the deck. Not a dozen yards away, two cigar ends burned red through the gloom. She knew

very well that those cigar ends belonged to Streuss and his friend. She laughed softly and once more she bent

"How they watch you, those men!" she said. "Listen, my friend Rudolph. Supposing their fears were true,

supposing I were really a spy, supposing I offered you wealth and with it whatever else you might claim from

"My friend," she said, "with your two absurd companions shadowing you all the time and glowering at me,

how could one possibly doubt it? The Baron Streuss is, I believe, the Chief of your Secret Service

Department, is he not? To me he seems the most obvious policeman I ever saw dressed as a gentleman."

She was silent for a few moments. Some one passing struck a match, and she caught a glimpse of the white

"You must be mad!" he declared. "You must not talk to me like this, Mademoiselle. I have no secret. It is

"There is no danger," she murmured, "for we are alone. I say again, Rudolph, supposing this were true?"

His hand passed across his forehead. She fancied that he made a motion as though to rise to his feet, but she

"Stay here," she whispered. "No, I do not wish to drive you away. Now you are here you shall listen to me."

"But you are not in earnest!" he faltered. "Don't tell me that you are in earnest. It is treason. I am Rudolph

"Rudolph," she said, "you are indeed Rudolph Von Behrling, you are indeed the Chancellor's secretary. What

do you gain from it? A pittance! Many hours work a day and a pittance. What have you to look forward to? A

little official life, a stupid official position. Rudolph, here am I, and there is the world. Do I not represent

"I, too, am weary of singing. I want a long rest a long rest and a better name than my own. Don't shrink

away from me. It isn't so wonderful, after all. Bellamy, the Englishman, came to me a few hours ago. He was

Dorward's friend. He knew well what Dorward carried. It was not his affair, he told me, and interposition

"You must stop!" Von Behrling declared. "You must stop! I must not listen to this!"

"He offered me twenty thousand pounds," she went on, "for the packet in your pocket. Think of that, my

friend. It would be a start in life, would it not? I am an extravagant woman. Even if I would, I dared not think

of a poor man. But twenty thousand pounds is sufficient. When I reach London, I am going to a flat which

has been waiting for me for weeks 15, Dover Street. If you bring that packet to me instead of taking it to

Her fingers suddenly held his. She could almost hear his heart beating. Her eyes, by now accustomed to the

gloom, could see the tumult which was passing within the man, reflected in his face. She whispered a

warning under her breath. The two cigar ends had moved nearer. The forms of the two men were now

distinct. One was leaning over the side of the ship by Von Behrling's side. The other stood a few feet away,

gazing at the lights of Dover. Von Behrling staggered to his feet. He said something in an angry undertone to

"My friend," she said, turning to Von Behrling, "if your friends can spare you so long, will you fetch one of

my maids? You will find them both in my cabin, number three. I wish to walk for a few moments before we

Von Behrling turned away like a man in a dream. Mademoiselle Idiale followed him slowly, and behind her

The details of the great singer's journey had been most carefully planned by an excited manager who had

received the telegram announcing her journey to London. There was an engaged carriage at Dover, into

which she was duly escorted by a representative of the Opera Syndicate, who had been sent down from

London to receive her. Von Behrling seemed to be missing. She had seen nothing of him since he had

descended to summon her maids. But just as the train was starting, she heard the sound of angry voices, and a

moment later his white face was pressed through the open window of the carriage.

"Louise," he muttered, "I am on fire! I cannot talk to you! I fear that they suspect something. They have told

me that if I travel with you they will force their way in. Even now, Streuss comes. Listen for your telephone

Bellamy, travelstained and weary, arrived at his rooms at two o'clock on the following afternoon to find

amongst a pile of correspondence a penciled message awaiting him in a handwriting he knew well. He tore

DAVID DEAR, I have just arrived and I am sending you these few lines at once. As to what progress I

have made, I cannot say for certain, but there is a chance. You had better get the money ready and come to

me here. If R. could only escape from Streuss and those who watch him all the time, I should be quite sure,

but they are suspicious. What may happen I cannot tell. I do my best and I have hated it. Get the money ready

Bellamy drew a little breath and tore the note into pieces. Then he rang for his servant. "A bath and some

clean clothes quickly," he ordered. "While I am changing, ring up Downing Street and see if Sir James is

there. If not, find out exactly where he is. I must see him within half an hour. Afterwards, get me a taxicab."

The man obeyed with the swift efficiency of the thoroughly trained servant. In rather less than the time which

he had stated, Bellamy had left his rooms. Before four o'clock he had arrived at the address which Louise had

given him. A commissionaire telephoned his name to the first floor, and in a very few moments a palefaced

Bellamy followed him into the lift, which stopped at the first floor. He was ushered into a small boudoir,

"Mademoiselle will be here immediately," the man announced. "She is engaged with a gentleman from the

"Pray let Mademoiselle understand," he said, "that I am entirely at her service. My time is of no

The man bowed and withdrew. Louise came to him almost directly from an inner chamber. She was wearing

a loose gown, but the fatigue of her journey seemed already to have passed away. Her eyes were bright, and a

She took both his hands and held them for a moment. Then she walked to the door, made sure that it was

"I suppose I am foolish," she said, coming back to him, "and yet I cannot help fancying that I am being

watched on every side since we landed in England. I detest my new manager, and I don't trust any of the

The restraint of his manner was obvious. He was standing a little away from her. She came suddenly up to

him, her hands fell upon his shoulders, her face was upturned to his. Even then he made no motion to

"David," she whispered softly, "what I am doing what I have done was at your suggestion. I do it for you,

I do it for my country, I do it against every natural feeling I possess. I hate and loathe the lies I tell. Are you

"Forgive me," he said, "it is I who am to blame, but I am only human. We play for great stakes, Louise, but

"As I live," she murmured, "the kiss you gave me last is still upon my lips. What I have promised goes for

"But how is it to be done?" Bellamy asked. "He must have arrived in London when you did last night. How is

"The Ambassador was commanded to Cowes," she explained. "He cannot be back until late tonight. No one

else has a key to the treaty safe, and Von Behrling declined to give up the document to any one save the

"Streuss and the others are all furious," Louise said. "Yet, after all, Behrling has a certain measure of right on

his side. His orders were to see with his own eyes this envelope deposited in the safe by the Ambassador

"Before he comes," she declared, "I think that the document will be in your hands."

"The report is written," she explained, "on five pages of foolscap. They are contained in a long envelope,

scaled with the Chancellor's crest. Von Behrling, being one of the family, has the same crest. He has prepared

another envelope, the same size and weight, and signed it with his seal. It is this which he will hand over to

the Ambassador if he should return unexpectedly. The real one he has concealed."

"Thank Heavens, no!" she answered. "My dear David, what are you thinking of? He is not here and he dare

not come here. You are to go to your rooms," she added, glancing at the clock, "and between five and six

o'clock this evening you will be rung up on the telephone. A rendezvous will be given you for later on

tonight. You must take the money there and receive the packet. Von Behrling will be disguised and

"I believe it," she replied. "He is going to do it. After he has seen you, he will make his way to Plymouth. I

"There will be trouble," he said. "He will come back. He will want to shoot you. He may be slowwitted in

"Am I a coward?" she asked, with a scornful laugh. "Have I ever shown fear of my life? No, David! It is not

that of which I am afraid. It is the memory of the man's touch, it is the look which was in your face when you

"Forgive me," he begged. "At such times a man is a weak thing a weak and selfish thing. I am ashamed of

myself. I should have known better than to have doubted you for a moment. I know you so well, Louise. I

"Dear," she said, "you have made me happy. And now you must go away. Remember that these few minutes

are only an interlude. Over here I am Mademoiselle Idiale who sings tonight at Covent Garden. See my

roses. There are two rooms full of reporters and photographers in the place now. The leader of the orchestra is

in my bedroom, and two of the directors are drinking whiskies and sodas with this new manager of mine in

the diningroom. Between five and six o'clock this afternoon you will get the message. It is somewhere, I

think, in the city that you will have to go. There will be no trouble about the money? Nothing but notes or

"I have it in my pocket," he answered. "I have it in notes, but he need never fear that they will be traced. The

numbers of notes given for Secret Service purposes are expunged from every one's memory."

"It is a great sum," she said. "After all, he should be grateful to me. If only he would be sensible and get away

to the United States or to South America! He could live there like a prince, poor fellow. He would be far

"I only hope that he will go," Bellamy agreed. "There is one thing to be remembered. If he does not go, if he

stays for twentyfour hours in this country, I do not believe that he will live to do you harm. The men who

are with him are not the sort to stop short at trifles. Besides Streuss and Kahn, they have a regular army of

spies at their bidding here. If they find out that he has tricked them, they will hunt him down, and before

"Oh, I hope," she exclaimed, "that he gets away! He is a traitor, of course, but he is a traitor to a hateful

cause, and, after all, I think it is less for the money than for my sake that he does it. That sounds very

conceited, I suppose," she added, with a faint smile. "Ah! well, you see, for five years so many have been

trying to turn my head. No wonder if I begin to believe some of their stories. David, I must go. I must not

"Tomorrow," he said, "tomorrow early I shall come. I am afraid I shall miss your first appearance in

"That is my signal," she declared smiling. "De. Henschell was almost beside himself that I came away. I

come, Doctor," she called out. "David, good fortune!" she added, giving him her hands. "Now go, dear."

Between the two men, seated opposite each other in the large but somewhat barely furnished office, the

radical differences, both in appearance and mannerisms, perhaps, also, in disposition, had never been more

strongly evident. They were partners in business and face to face with ruin. Stephen Laverick, senior member

of the firm, although an air of steadfast gloom had settled upon his cleancut, powerful countenance, retained

even in despair something of that dogged composure, temperamental and wholly British, which had served

him well along the road to fortune. Arthur Morrison, the man who sat on the other side of the table, a Jew to

his fingertips notwithstanding his altered name, sat like a broken thing, with tears in his terrified eyes,

disordered hair, and parchmentpale face. Words had flown from his lips in a continual stream. He

floundered in his misery, sobbed about it like a child. The hand of misfortune had stripped him naked, and

"I can't stand it, Laverick, I couldn't face them all. It's too cruel too horrible! Eighteen thousand pounds

gone in one week, forty thousand in a month! Forty thousand pounds! Oh, my God!"

"If we could only have held on a little longer! 'Unions' must turn! They will turn! Laverick, have you tried all

your friends? Think! Have you tried them all? Twenty thousand pounds would see us through it. We should

get our own money back I am sure of it. There's Rendell, Laverick. He'd do anything for you. You're

always shooting or playing cricket with him. Have you asked him, Laverick? He'd never miss the money."

"You and I see things differently, Morrison," Laverick answered. "Nothing would induce me to borrow

"But at a time like this," Morrison pleaded passionately. "Every one does it sometimes. He'd be glad to help

you. I know he would. Have you ever thought what it will be like, Laverick, to be hammered?"

"I have," Laverick admitted wearily. "God knows it seems as terrible a thing to me as it can to you! But if we

go down, we must go down with clean hands. I've no faith in your infernal market, and not one penny will I

The Jew's face was almost piteous. He stretched himself across the table. There were genuine tears in his

"Laverick," he said, "old man, you're wrong. I know you think I've been led away. I've taken you out of our

depth, but the only trouble has been that we haven't had enough capital, and no backing. Those who stand up

"Unfortunately," Laverick remarked, "we cannot stand up. Please understand that I will not discuss this

matter with you in any way. I will not borrow money from Rendell or any friend. I have asked the bank and I

have asked Pages, who will be our largest creditors. To help us would simply be a business proposition, so far

as they are concerned. As you know, they have refused. If you see any hope in that direction, why don't you

try some of your own friends? For every one man I know in the House, you have seemed to be bosom friends

"Those I know are not that sort of friend," he answered. "They will drink with you and spend a night out or a

weekend at Brighton, but they do not lend money. If they would, do you think I would mind asking? Why, I

would go on my knees to any man who would lend us the money. I would even kiss his feet. I cannot bear it,

Laverick said nothing. Words were useless things, wasted upon such a creature. He eyed his partner with a

contempt which he took no pains to conceal. This, then, was the smart young fellow recommended to him on

all sides, a few years ago, as one of the shrewdest young men in his own particular department, a person

bound to succeed, a moneymaker if ever there was one! Laverick thought of him as he appeared at the office

day by day, glossy and immaculately dressed, with a flower in his buttonhole, boots that were a trifle too

shiny, hat and coat, gloves and manner, all imitation but all very near the real thing. What a collapse!

"I can't! I can't!" he moaned. "I couldn't bear seeing all the fellows, hearing them whisper things oh, Lord!

Oh, Lord! . . . Laverick, we've a few hundreds left. Give me something and let me out of it. You're a stronger

sort of man than I am. You can face it, I can't! Give me enough to get abroad with, and if ever I do any

Laverick was silent for a moment. His companion watched his face eagerly. After all, why not let him go? He

"I have paid no money into the bank for several days," Laverick said slowly. "When they refused to help us, it

"Quite right, quite right!" the young man interrupted feverishly. "They would have stuck to it against the

"This afternoon," Laverick continued, "I changed all our cheques. You can count the proceeds for yourself.

There are, I think, eleven hundred pounds. You can take two hundred and fifty, and you can take them with

The young man was already at the safe. The notes were between them, on the table. He counted quickly with

the fingers of a born manipulator of money. When he had gathered up two hundred and fifty pounds,

"But, my dear fellow," Morrison protested, "half of eleven hundred is five hundred and fifty. Why should we

not go halves? That is only fair, Laverick. It is little enough. We ought to have had a great deal more."

Laverick pushed him contemptuously away and locked up the remainder of the notes.

"I am letting you take two hundred and fifty pounds of this money," he said, "for various reasons. For one, I

can bear this thing better alone. As for the rest of the money, it remains there for the accountant who

The young man buttoned up his coat with an hysterical little laugh. Such ways were not his ways. They were

not, indeed, within the limit of his understanding. But of his partner he had learned one thing, at least. The

word of Stephen Laverick was the word of truth. He shambled toward the door. On the whole, he was lucky

It was characteristic of him that he did not venture to offer his hand. Laverick nodded, not unkindly. After all,

The roar of the day was long since over. The rattle of vehicles, the tinkling of hansom bells, the tooting of

horns from motorcars and cabs, the ceaseless tramp of footsteps, all had died away. Outside, the streets were

almost deserted. An occasional wayfarer passed along the flagged pavement with speedy footsteps. Here and

there a few lights glimmered at the windows of some of the larger blocks of offices. The bustle of the day

was finished. There is no place in London so strangely quiet as the narrow thoroughfares of the city proper

Laverick, who since his partner's departure had been studying with infinite care his private ledger, closed it at

last with a little snap and leaned back in his chair. After all, save that he had got rid of Morrison, it had been a

wasted evening. Not even he, whose financial astuteness no man had ever questioned, could raise from those

piles of figures any other answer save the one inevitable one, the knowledge of which had been like a black

nightmare stalking by his side for the last thirtysix hours. One by one during the evening his clerks had left

him, and it was a proof not only of his wonderful selfcontrol but also of the confidence which he invariably

inspired, that not a single one of them had the slightest idea how things were. Not a soul knew that the firm of

Laverick Morrison was already practically derelict, that they had on the morrow twentyfive thousand

pounds to find, neither credit nor balance at their bankers, and eight hundred and fifty pounds in the safe.

Laverick, haggard from his long vigil, locked up his books at last, turned out the lights, and locking the doors

behind him walked into the silent street. Instinctively he turned his steps westwards. This might well be the

last night on which he would care to show himself in his accustomed haunts, the last night on which he could

mix with his fellows freely, and without that terrible sense of consciousness which follows upon disaster.

Already there was little enough left of it. It was too late to change and go to his club. The places of

amusement were already closed. Tomorrow night, both club and theatres would lie outside his world. He

walked slowly, yet he had scarcely taken, in fact, a dozen steps when, with a purely mechanical impulse, he

paused by a stoneflagged entry to light a cigarette. It was a passage, almost a tunnel for a few yards, leading

to an open space, on one side of which was an old churchyard strange survival in such a part and on the

other the offices of several firms of stockbrokers, a Russian banker, an actuary. It was the barest of impulses

which led him to glance up the entry before he blew out the match. Then he gave a quick start and became for

a moment paralyzed. Within a few feet of him something was lying on the ground a dark mass, black and

soft the body of a man, perhaps. Just above it, a pair of eyes gleamed at him through the, semidarkness.

Laverick at first had no thought of tragedy. It might be a tramp or a drunkard, perhaps, a fight, or a man

taken ill. Then something sinister about the light of those burning eyes set his heart beating faster. He struck

another match with firm fingers, and bent forward. What he saw upon the ground made him feel a little sick.

What he saw racing away down the passage prompted him to swift pursuit. Down the arched court into the

open space he ran, himself an athlete, but mocked by the swiftness of the shadowlike form which he pursued.

At the end was another street empty. He looked up and down, seeking in vain for any signs of life. There

was nothing to tell him which way to turn. Opposite was a very labyrinth of courts and turnings. There was

not even the sound of a footfall to guide him. Slowly he retraced his steps, lit another match, and leaned over

the prostrate figure. Then he knew that it was a tragedy indeed upon which he had stumbled.

The man was dead, and he had met with his death by unusual means. These were the first two things of which

Laverick assured himself. Without any doubt, a savage and a terrible crime had been committed. A

hornhandled knife of unusual length had been driven up to the hilt through the heart of the murdered man.

There had been other blows, notably about the head. There was not much blood, but the position of the knife

alone told its ugly story. Laverick, though his nerves were of the strongest, felt his head swim as he looked.

He rose to his feet and walked to the opening of the passage, gasping. The street was no longer empty.

About thirty yards away, looking westwards, a man was standing in the middle of the road. The light from the

lamppost escaped his face. Laverick could only see that he was slim, of medium height, dressed in dark

clothes, with his hands in the pockets of his overcoat. To all appearance, he was watching the entry. Laverick

took a step towards him the man as deliberately took a step further away. Laverick held up his hand.

The person addressed took no notice. Laverick advanced another two or three steps the man retreated a

similar distance. Laverick changed his tactics and made a sudden spring forward. The man hesitated no

longer he turned and ran as though for his life. In a few minutes he was round the corner of the street and

A distant clock struck midnight. A couple of clerks came along the pavement on the other side, their hands

and arms full of letters. Laverick hesitated. He was never afterwards able to account for the impulse which

prevented his calling out to them. Instead he lurked in the shadows and watched them go by. When he was

sure that they had disappeared, he bent once more over the body of the murdered man. Already that

huddledup heap was beginning to exercise a nameless and terrible fascination for him. His first feelings of

horror were mingled now with an insatiable curiosity. What manner of man was he? He was tall and strongly

built; fair of almost florid complexion. His clothes were very shabby and apparently readymade. His

moustache was upturned, and his hair was trimmed closer than is the custom amongst Englishmen. Laverick

stooped lower and lower until he found himself almost on his knees. There was something projecting from

the man's pocket as though it had been half snatched out a large portfolio of brown leather, almost the size

of a satchel. Laverick drew it out, holding it in one hand whilst with firm fingers he struck another match.

Then, for the first time, a little cry broke from his lips. Both sides of the pocketbook were filled with

banknotes. As his match flickered out, he caught a glimpse of the figures in the lefthand corner 500

pounds! great rolls of them! Laverick rose gasping to his feet. It was a new Arabian Nights, this! a

dream! a continuation of the nightmare which had threatened him all day! Or was it, perhaps, the madness

He walked into the gaslit streets and looked up and down. The mysterious stranger had vanished. There was

not a soul in sight. He clutched the rough stone wall with his hands, he kicked the pavement with his heels.

There was no doubt about it everything around him was real. Most real of all was the fact that within a few

feet of him lay a murdered man, and that in his hands was that brown leather pocketbook with its

miraculous contents. For the last time Laverick retraced his steps and bent over that huddledup shape. One

by one he went through the other pockets. There was a packet of Russian cigarettes; an empty cardcase of

chased silver, and obviously of foreign workmanship; a cigarette holder stained with much use, but of the

finest amber, with rich gold mountings. There was nothing else upon the dead man, no means of

identification of any sort. Laverick stood up, giddy, half terrified with the thoughts that went tearing through

his brain. The pocketbook began to burn his hand; he felt the perspiration breaking out anew upon his

forehead. Yet he never hesitated. He walked like a man in a dream, but his footsteps were steady and short.

Deliberately, and without any sign of hurry, he made his way towards his offices. If a policeman had come in

sight up or down the street, he had decided to call him and to acquaint him with what had happened. It was

the one chance he held against himself, the gambler's method of decision, perhaps, unconsciously arrived

at. As it turned out, there was still not a soul in sight. Laverick opened the outer door with his latchkey, let

himself in and closed it. Then he groped his way through the clerk's office into his own room, switched on the

He drew his shaded writing lamp towards him and looked around with a nervousness wholly unfamiliar. Then

he opened the pocketbook, drew out the roll of banknotes and counted them. It was curious that he felt no

surprise at their value. Banknotes for five hundred pounds are not exactly common, and yet he proceeded

with his task without the slightest instinct of surprise. Then he leaned back in his chair. Twenty thousand

pounds in Bank of England notes! There they lay on the table before him. A man had died for their sake,

another must go through all the days with the price of blood upon his head a murderer a haunted creature

for the rest of his life. And there on the table were the spoils. Laverick tried to think the matter out

dispassionately. He was a man of average moral fibre that is to say, he was honest in his dealings with other

men because his father and his grandfather before him had been honest, and because the penalty for

dishonesty was shameful. Here, however, he was face to face with an altogether unusual problem. These

notes belonged, without a doubt, to the dead man. Save for his own interference, they would have been in the

hands of his murderer. The use of them for a few days could do no one any harm. Such risk as there was he

took himself. That it was a risk he knew and fully realized. Laverick had sat in his place unmoved when his

partner had poured out his wail of fear and misery. Yet of the two men it was probable that Laverick himself

had felt their position the more keenly. He was a man of some social standing, with a large circle of friends; a

sportsman, and with many interests outside the daily routine of his city life. To him failure meant more than

the loss of money; it would rob him of everything in life worth having. The days to come had been emptied

of all promise. He had held himself stubbornly because he was a man, because he had strength enough to

refuse to let his mind dwell upon the indignities and humiliation to come. And here before him was possible

salvation. There was a price to be paid, of course, a risk to be run in making use even for an hour of this

Quite cool now, he opened his private safe, thrust the pocketbook into one of the drawers, and locked it up.

Then he lit a cigarette, finally shut up the office and walked down the street. As he passed the entry he turned

his head slowly. Apparently no one had been there, nothing had been disturbed. Straining his eyes through

the darkness, he could even see that dark shape still lying huddled up on the ground. Then he walked on. He

had burned his boats now and was prepared for all emergencies. At the corner he met a policeman, to whom

he wished a cheery goodnight. He told himself that the thing which he had done was for the best. He owed it

to himself. He owed it to those who had trusted him. After all, it was the chief part of his life his city career.

It was here that his friends lived. It was here that his ambitions flourished. Disgrace here was eternal disgrace.

His father and his grandfather before him had been men honored and respected in this same circle. Disgrace

to him, such disgrace as that with which he had stood face to face a few hours ago, would have been, in a

certain sense, a reflection upon their memories. The names upon the brass plates to right and to left of him

were the names of men he knew, men with whom he desired to stand well, whose friendship or contempt

made life worth living or the reverse. It was worth a great risk this effort of his to keep his place. His one

mistake this association with Morrison had been such an unparalleled stroke of bad luck. He was rid of

the fellow now. For the future there should be no more partners. He had his life to live. It was not reasonable

that he should allow himself to be dragged down into the mire by such a creature. He found an empty taxicab

Bellamy was a man used to all hazards, whose supreme effort of life it was to meet success and disaster with

unvarying mien. But this was disaster too appalling even for his selfcontrol. He felt his knees shake so that

he caught at the edge of the table before which he was standing. There was no possible doubt about it, he had

been tricked. Von Behrling, after all, Von Behrling, whom he had looked upon merely as a stupid,

infatuated Austrian, ready to sell his country for the sake of a woman, had fooled him utterly!

The man who sat at the head of the table the only other occupant of the room was in Court dress, with

many orders upon his coat. He had just been attending a Court function, from which Bellamy's message had

summoned him. Before him on the table was an envelope, hastily torn open, and several sheets of blank

paper. It was upon these that Bellamy's eyes were fixed with an expression of mingled horror and

amazement. The Cabinet Minister had already pushed them away with a little gesture of contempt.

Bellamy, with an effort, pulled himself together. He caught up the envelope, looked once more inside, held

up the blank sheets of paper to the lamp and laid them down. Then with clenched fists he walked to the other

"Sir James, I will not waste your time by saying that I am sorry. Only an hour ago I met Von Behrling in a

little restaurant in the city, and gave him twenty thousand pounds for that envelope."

"You paid him the money," the Minister remarked slowly, "without opening the envelope."

"In such transactions as these," he declared, "great risks are almost inevitable. I took what must seem to you

now to be an absurd risk. To tell you the honest truth, sir, and I have had experience in these things, I thought

it no risk at all when I handed over the money. Von Behrling was there in disguise. The men with whom he

came to this country are furious with him. To all appearance, he seemed to have broken with them absolutely.

"Even now," Bellamy said slowly, with his eyes fixed upon the wall of the room, and a dawning light

growing stronger every moment in his face, "even now I believe that Von Behrling made a mistake. An

envelope such as this had been arranged for him to show the others or leave at the Austrian Embassy in case

of emergency. He had it with him in his pocketbook. He even told me so. God in Heaven, he gave me the

"In that case," he said, "perhaps he would not go to the Embassy tonight, especially if he was in disguise.

"I will try," answered Bellamy. "Thank Heaven!" he added, with a sudden gleam of satisfaction, "my

watchers are still dogging his footsteps. I can find out before morning where he went when he left our

rendezvous. There is another way, too. Mademoiselle this man Von Behrling believed that she was leaving

"Bellamy, I have been your friend and you have done us good service often. The Secret Service estimates, as

you know, are above supervision, but twenty thousand pounds is a great deal of money to have paid for this."

He touched the sheets of blank paper with his forefinger. Bellamy's teeth were clenched.

"Do not misunderstand me," Sir James went on, speaking a little more kindly. "The money, after all, in

comparison with what it was destined to purchase, is nothing. We might even count it a fair risk if it was

"It shall not be lost," Bellamy promised. "If Von Behrling has played the traitor to us, then he will go back to

his country. In that case, I will have the money from him without a doubt. If, on the other hand, he was honest

to us and a traitor to his country, as I firmly believe, it may not yet be too late."

"Let us hope not," Sir James declared. "Bellamy," he continued, a note of agitation trembling in his tone, "I

need not tell you, I am sure, how important this matter is. You work like a mole in the dark, yet you have

brains, you understand. Let me tell you how things are with us. A certain amount of confidence is due to

you, if to any one. I may tell you that at the Cabinet Council today a very serious tone prevailed. We do not

understand in the least the attitude of several of the European Powers. It can be understood only under certain

assumptions. A note of ours sent through the Ambassador to Vienna has remained unanswered for two days.

The German Ambassador has left unexpectedly for Berlin on urgent business. We have just heard, too, that a

secret mission from Russia left St. Petersburg last night for Paris. Side by side with all this," Sir James

continued, "the Czar is trying to evade his promised visit here. The note we have received speaks of his

health. Well, we know all about that. We know, I may tell you, that his health has never been better than at

"It all means one thing and one thing only," Bellamy affirmed. "In Vienna and Berlin today they look at an

Sir James leaned a little back in his seat. His hands were tightly clenched, and there was a fierce light in his

hollow eyes. Those who were intimate with him knew that he had aged many years during the last few weeks.

"The cruel part is," he said softly, "that it should have come in my administration, when for ten years I have

prayed from the Opposition benches for the one thing which would have made us safe today."

"The days are coming," Sir James continued, "when those who prated of militarism and the security of our

island walls will see with their own eyes the ruin they have brought upon us. Secretly we are mobilizing all

that we have to mobilize," he added, with a little sigh. "At the very best, however, our position is pitiful. Even

if we are prepared to defend, I am afraid that we shall see things on the Continent in which we shall be driven

to interfere, or else suffer the greatest blow which our prestige has ever known. If we could only tell what

was coming!" he wound up, looking once more at those empty sheets of paper. "It is this darkness which is so

Bellamy drove at once to Dover Street. It was halfpast one, but he had no fear of not being admitted.

"But no, sir," the woman assured him, with a welcoming smile. "It is only a few minutes ago that she has

Bellamy was ushered at once into her room. She was gorgeous in blue satin and pearls. Her other maid was

"I absolutely couldn't avoid a supperparty," she said, holding out her hands. "You expected that, of course.

He shook his head, and walking to the door tried the handle. It was securely closed. He came back slowly to

"No," she answered. "He knew that I must sing tonight. I have been expecting him to telephone every

"I have seen him," Bellamy admitted. "Either he has deceived us both, or the most unfortunate mistake in the

world has happened. Listen. I met him where he appointed. He was there, disguised, almost unrecognizable.

He was nervous and desperate; he had the air of a man who has cut himself adrift from the world. I gave him

the money, twenty thousand pounds in Bank of England notes, Louise, and he gave me the papers, or

what we thought were the papers. He told me that he was keeping a false duplicate upon him for a little time,

in case he was seized, but that he was going to Liverpool Street station to wait, and would telephone you

"He gave me the wrong document the wrong envelope," continued Bellamy. "When I took it to to

"We cannot tell," Bellamy answered. "My own impression is that he did not. We must find out at once what

has become of him. He might even, if he fancies himself safe, destroy the envelope he has, believing it to be

the duplicate. He is sure to telephone you. The moment you hear you must let me know."

"You had better stay here," she declared. "There are plenty of rooms. You will be on the spot then."

"The joke of it is that I, too, am being watched whereever I go. That fellow Streuss has spies everywhere.

"Never," she answered firmly. "David, I had not meant to tell you this. You know that I saw him for a

moment this morning. He was in deadly earnest. He gave me a ring a trifle but it had belonged to his

"You are right, Louise!" he exclaimed. "I shall go back to my rooms at once. Fortunately, I had a man

shadowing Von Behrling, and there may be a report for me. If anything comes here, you will telephone at

"You do not think it possible," he asked slowly, "that he would attempt to see you here?"

"Very well, then," he decided, "we will wait. Dear," he added, in an altered tone, "how splendid you look!"

"Ah, David!" she murmured, "to hear you speak naturally even for a moment it makes everything seem so

"Louise," he said, "some day the time may come when we shall be able to give up this life of anxiety and

It seemed to Louise that she had scarcely been in bed an hour when the more confidential of her maids

Annette, the Frenchwoman woke her with a light touch of the arm. She sat up in bed sleepily.

"What is it, Annette?" she asked. "Surely it is not midday yet? Why do you disturb me?"

"It is barely nine o'clock, Mademoiselle, but Monsieur Bellamy Mademoiselle told me that she wished to

Louise sighed, she was really very sleepy. Then, as the thoughts began to crowd into her brain, she began

"My bath, Annette, and a dressinggown," she ordered. "Tell Monsieur Bellamy that I hurry. I will be with

To Bellamy, the twenty minutes were minutes of purgatory. She came at last, however, fresh and eager; her

hair tied up with ribbon, she herself clad in a pink dressinggown and pink slippers.

"Tragedy!" he answered hoarsely. "Von Behrling was true, after all, at least, it seems so."

"He was murdered last night, within fifty yards of the place of our rendezvous."

A little exclamation broke from Louise's lips. She sat down suddenly. The color called into her cheeks by the

"It is indeed," Bellamy assured her. "Not only that, but there is no mention of his pocketbook in the account

of his murder. It must have been engineered by Streuss and the others, and they have got away with the

"There is nothing to be done," Bellamy declared calmly. "We are defeated. The thing is quite apparent. Von

Behrling never succeeded, after all, in shaking off the espionage of the men who were watching him. They

tracked him to our rendezvous, they waited about while I met him. Afterwards, he had to pass along a narrow

"But, David, I don't understand! Why did they wait until after he had seen you? How did they know that he

had not parted with the paper in the restaurant? To all intents and purposes he ought to have done so."

"I cannot understand that myself," Bellamy admitted. "In fact, it is inexplicable."

She took up the newspaper and glanced at the report. Then, "You are sure, I suppose, that this does refer to

"There is no doubt about it," Bellamy declared. "I have been to the Mortuary. It is certainly he. All our work

has been in vain just as I thought, too, that we had made a splendid success of it."

"It is hard lines, dear," she admitted. "You are tired, too. You look as though you had been up all night."

"Yes, I am tired," he answered, sinking into a chair. "I am worse than tired. This has been the grossest failure

of my career, and I am afraid that it is the end of everything. I have lost twenty thousand pounds of Secret

Service money; I have lost the one chance which might have saved England. They will never trust me again."

"You did your best," she said, coming over and sitting on the arm of his chair. "You did your best, David."

She laid her hands upon his forehead, her cheek against his smooth and cold exquisitely refreshing it

"Ah, Louise!" he murmured, "life is getting a little too strenuous. Perhaps we have given too much of it up to

"Dear, I have felt like that sometimes, yet what can we do? Could we be happy, you and I, in exile, if the

things which we dread were coming to pass? Could I go away and hide while my countrymen were being

butchered out of existence? And you you are not the sort of man to be content with an ignoble peace. No,

"Mademoiselle," she explained, "a thousand pardons, and to Monsieur also, but there is a gentleman here who

says that his business is of the most urgent importance, and that he must see you at once. I have done all that I

can, but he will not go away. He knows that Monsieur Bellamy is here, too," she added, turning to him, "and

Bellamy almost snatched the card from the girl's fingers. He read out the name in blank amazement.

"If he has the papers," Bellamy continued slowly, "why does he come to us? It is not like these men to be

The door opened. Annette announced their visitor. Streuss bowed low to Louise he bowed, also, to

"I need not introduce myself," he said. "With Mr. Bellamy I have the honor to be well acquainted. Madame is

"We can dispense with an introduction, I think, Monsieur le Baron," she said. "At the same time, you will

"Mademoiselle, an explanation there must certainly be. I know that it is an impossible hour. I know, too, that

to have forced my presence upon you in this manner may seem discourteous. Yet the urgency of the matter, I

"Mademoiselle," he said, "and you, Mr. Bellamy, we need not waste words. We have played a game of chess

together. You, Mademoiselle, and Mr. Bellamy on the one side I and my friends upon the other. The honor

of Rudolph Von Behrling was the pawn for which we fought. The victory remains with you."

Bellamy never moved a muscle. Louise, on the contrary, could not help a slight start.

"Under the circumstances," the Baron continued smoothly, "the struggle was uneven. I do myself the justice

to remember that from the first I realized that we played a losing game. Mademoiselle," he added, "from the

days of Cleopatra ay, and throughout those shadowy days which lie beyond the diplomats of the world

have been powerless when matched against your sex. Rudolph Von Behrling was an honest fellow enough

until he looked into your eyes. Mademoiselle, you have gifts which might, perhaps, have driven from his

Louise smiled, but there was no suggestion of mirth in the curl of her lips. Her eyes all the time sought his

"No, I do not flatter you, I speak the truth. This plain talking is pleasant enough when the time comes that one

may indulge in it. That time, I think, is now. Rudolph Von Behrling, against my advice, but because he was

the Chancellor's nephew, was associated with me in a certain enterprise, the nature of which is no secret to

you, Mademoiselle, or to Mr. Bellamy here. We followed a man who, by some strange chance, was in

possession of a few sheets of foolscap, the contents of which were alike priceless to my country and priceless

to yours. The subsequent history of those papers should have been automatic. The first step was fulfilled

readily enough. The man disappeared the papers were ours. Von Behrling was the man who secured them,

and Von Behrling it was who retained them. If my advice had been followed, I admit frankly that we should

have ignored all possible comment and returned with them at once to Vienna. The others thought differently.

They ruled that we should come on to London and deposit the packet with our Ambassador here. In a weak

moment I consented. It was your opportunity, Mademoiselle, an opportunity of which you have splendidly

This time Louise held herself with composure. Bellamy's brain was in a whirl but he remained silent.

"I come to you both," the Baron continued, "with my hands open. I come I make no secret of it I come to

make terms. But first of all I must know whether I am in time. There is one question which I must ask. I

address it, sir, to you," he added, turning to Bellamy. "Have you yet placed in the hands of your Government

The Baron drew a long breath of relief. Though he had maintained his savoir faire perfectly, the fingers

which for a moment played with his tie, as though to rearrange it, were trembling.

"Mademoiselle and I," answered Bellamy, "are at least ready to listen to anything you may have to say."

"You know quite well," the Baron continued, "what it is that I have come to say, yet I want you to remember

this. I do not come to bribe you in any ordinary manner. The things which are to come will happen; they must

happen, if not this year, next, if not next year, within half a decade of years. History is an absolute science.

The future as well as the past can be read by those who know the signs. The thing which has been resolved

upon is certain. The knowledge of the contents of those papers by your Government might delay the final

catastrophe for a short while; it could do no more. In the long run, it would be better for your country, Mr.

Bellamy, in every way, that the end come soon. Therefore, I ask you to perform no traitorous deed. I ask you

to do that which is simply reasonable for all of us, which is, indeed, for the advantage of all of us. restore

those papers to me instead of handing them to your Government, and I will pay you for them the sum of one

There was a brief, intense pause. Louise waited, warned by the expression in Bellamy's face. Silence, she felt,

"Baron," said he, "your visit and your proposal are both a little amazing. Forgive me if I speak alone with

"Most certainly," the Baron agreed. "I go away and leave you out of the room, if you will."

"It is not necessary," Bellamy replied. "Louise!" The Baron withdrew to the window, and Bellamy led Louise

"If they have not got the pocketbook," Bellamy muttered, "it must have gone with Von Behrling to the

"As you will," she assented. "I have no wish to interfere. I only hope that he does not ask me any questions."

They came once more into the middle of the room, and the Baron turned to meet them.

"You must forgive Mademoiselle," said Bellamy, "if she is a little upset this morning. She knows, of course,

as I know and you know, that Von Behrling was playing a desperate game, and that he carried his life in his

hands. Yet his death has been a shock has been a shock, I may say, to both of us. From your point of view,"

"What, in God's name, is this that you say?" the Baron interrupted. "I do not understand at all! You speak of

"Baron," he said, "between us who know so much there is surely no need for you to play a part. Von Behrling

knew that you were watching him. Your spies were shadowing him as they have done me. He knew that he

was running terrible risks. He was not unprepared and he has paid. It is not for us "

"Now, in God's name, tell me the truth!" Baron de Streuss interrupted once more. "What is it that you are

Bellamy drew a little breath between his teeth. He leaned forward with his hands resting upon the table.

The Baron adjusted his eyeglass with shaking fingers. His face now was waxenwhite as he spread out the

Streuss looked up from the newspaper and the reality of his surprise was apparent. He had all the appearance

of a man shaken with emotion. While he looked at his two companions wonderingly, strange thoughts were

"Until this moment," Bellamy answered dryly, "it was not a matter concerning which we had any doubt. The

"You mean," Streuss said slowly, "that he was murdered after he had completed his bargain with you?"

"I suppose," the Baron continued, "there is no question but that it was done afterwards? You smile," he

exclaimed, "but what am I to think? Neither I nor my people had any hand in this deed. How about yours?"

"We do not fight that way," he replied. "I had bought Von Behrling. He was of no further interest to me. I did

"There is something very strange about this," the Baron said. "If neither you nor I were responsible for his

"That I can't tell you. Perhaps later in the day we shall hear from the police. It is scarcely the sort of murder

which would remain long undetected, especially as he was robbed of a large sum in banknotes."

"At any rate," Streuss said grimly, "we have now no more secrets from one another. I will ask you one last

"It is a question," he declared, "which you could scarcely expect me to answer."

"I will put it another way," Streuss continued. "Supposing you decide to accept my offer, how long will it be

"If we decide to accept," Bellamy answered, "there is no reason why there should be any delay at all."

Streuss was silent for several moments. His hands were thrust deep down into the pockets of his overcoat.

With eyes fixed upon the tablecloth, he seemed to be thinking deeply, till presently he raised his head and

"You are sure that Von Behrling has not fooled you? You are sure that you have that identical packet?"

"Then accept my price and have done with this matter," Streuss begged. "I will sign a draft for you here, and I

will undertake to bring you the money, or honor it wherever you say, within twentyfour hours."

"I cannot decide so quickly," said Bellamy, shaking his head. "Mademoiselle Idiale and I must talk together

"There is little fear of that," he said. "The papers are of no use except to us and to England. To England, I will

admit that the foreknowledge of what is to come would be worth much, although the eventful result would be

the same. It is for that reason that I am here, for that reason that I have made you this offer."

"Mademoiselle and I must discuss it," Bellamy declared. "It is not a matter to be decided upon offhand.

Remember that it is not only the packet which you are offering to buy, but also my career and my honor."

"One hundred thousand pounds," Streuss said slowly. "From your own side you get nothing nothing but

your beggarly salary and an occasional reprimand. One hundred thousand pounds is not immense wealth, but

"Your offer is a generous one," admitted Bellamy, "there is no doubt about that. On the other hand, I cannot

decide without further consideration. It is a big thing for us, remember. I have worked very hard for the

Once more Streuss felt an uneasy pang of incredulity. After all, was this Englishman playing with him? So he

"There is no means of convincing you of which I care to make use. You must be content with my word. I

have the packet. I paid Von Behrling for it and he gave it to me with his own hands."

"I must accept your word," Streuss declared. "I give you three days for reflection. Before I go, Mr. Bellamy,

forgive me if I refer once more to this," touching the newspaper which still lay upon the table. "Remember

that Rudolph Von Behrling moved about a marked man. Your spies and mine were most of the time upon his

heels. Yet in the end some third person seems to have intervened. Are you quite sure that you know nothing

"Upon my honor," Bellamy replied, "I have not the slightest information concerning Von Behrling's death

"One can only conclude," Bellamy remarked thoughtfully, "that someone must have seen him with those

notes. There were people moving about in the little restaurant where we met. The rustle of banknotes has

"For the present," Streuss said, "we must believe that it was so. Listen to me, both of you. You will be wiser

if you do not delay. You are young people, and the world is before you. With money one can do everything.

Without it, life is but a slavery. The world is full of beautiful dwellingplaces for those who have the means

to choose. Remember, too, that not a soul will ever know of this transaction, if you should decide to accept

"With your permission, then, Mademoiselle," he concluded, turning to Louise, "I go. I must try and

understand for myself the meaning of this thing which has happened to Von Behrling."

"Do not forget," Bellamy said, "that if you discover anything, we are equally interested." . . .

They heard him go out. Bellamy purposely held the door open until he saw the lift descend. Then he closed it

firmly and came back into the room. Louise and he looked at each other, their faces full of anxious

"Heaven alone knows!" Bellamy answered. "There is not a gleam of daylight. My people are absolutely

innocent of any attempt upon Von Behrling. If Streuss tells the truth, and I believe he does, his people are in

the same position. Who, then, in the name of all that is miraculous, can have murdered and robbed Von

"You are right," Bellamy agreed. "London is one of the most lawabiding cities in Europe. Besides, the

quarter where the murder occurred is entirely unfrequented by the criminal classes. It is simply a region of

"Is it possible that there is some one else who knew about that document?" Louise asked, "some one else

"How can that be? Besides, if any one else were really on his track, they must have believed that he had

parted with it to me. I shall go back now to Downing Street to ask for a letter to the Chief of Scotland Yard. If

"And I," she said, with an approving nod, "shall go back to bed again. These days are too strenuous for me.

"Dear," he said, "I would stay, but you understand, don't you, what a maze this is into which we have

wandered. Von Behrling has been murdered by some person who seems to have dropped from the skies.

Whoever they may be, they have in their possession my twenty thousand pounds and the packet which should

have been mine. I must trace them if I can, Louise. It is a poor chance, but I must do my best. I myself am of

the opinion that Von Behrling was murdered for the money, and for the money only. If so, that packet may be

in the hands of people who have no idea what use to make of it. They may even destroy it. If Streuss returns

and you are forced to see him, be careful. Remember, we have the document we are hesitating. So long as

"I will be careful," Louise promised, with her arms around his neck. "And, dear, take care. When I think of

poor Rudolph Von Behrling, I tremble, also, for you. It seems to me that your danger is no less than his."

"No, but Streuss believes that you have the document which he is pledged to recover. Be careful that they do

not lead you into a trap. They are not above anything, these men. I heard once of a Bulgarian in Vienna who

was tortured tortured almost to death before he spoke. Then they thrust him into a lunatic asylum.

"So was Von Behrling," she answered quickly, "not only in London but in a safe part of London. Yet he is

"It was not their doing," he declared. "In their own country, they have the whole machinery of their

wonderful police system at their backs, and no fear of the law in their hearts. Here they must needs go

cautiously. I don't think you need be afraid," he added, smiling, as he opened the door. "I think I can promise

"You must fetch me from the Opera House," Louise insisted. "It is a bargain. I have suffered enough neglect

"To find the man," Bellamy answered gravely, "who was watching Von Behrling when he left me. If any man

in England knows anything of the murder, it must be he. He should be at my rooms by now."

Stephen Laverick was a bachelor his friends called him an incorrigible one. He had a small but pleasantly

situated suite of rooms in Whitehall Court, looking out upon the river. His habits were almost monotonous in

their regularity, and the morning following his late night in the city was no exception to the general rule. At

eight o'clock, the valet attached to the suite knocked at his door and informed him that his bath was ready. He

awoke at once from a sound sleep, sat up in bed, and remembered the events of the preceding evening.

At first he was inclined to doubt that slowly stirring effort of memory. He was a man of unromantic

temperament, unimaginative, and by no means of an adventurous turn of mind. He sought naturally for the

most reasonable explanation of this strange picture, which no effort of his will could dismiss from his

memory. It was a dream, of course. But the dream did not fade. Slowly it spread itself out so that he could no

longer doubt. He knew very well as he sat there on the edge of his bed that the thing was truth. He, Stephen

Laverick, a man hitherto of upright character, with a reputation of which unconsciously he was proud, had

robbed a dead man, had looked into the burning eyes of his murderer, had stolen away with twenty thousand

pounds of someone else's money. Morally, at any rate, probably legally as well, he was a thief. A glimpse

inside his safe on the part of an astute detective might very easily bring him under the grave suspicion of

Stephen Laverick was, in his way, something of a philosopher. In the cold daylight, with the sound of the

water running into his bath, this deed which he had done seemed to him foolish and reprehensible.

Nevertheless, he realized the absolute finality of his action. The thing was done; he must make the best of it.

Behaving in every way like a sensible man, he did not send for the newspapers and search hysterically for

their account of last night's tragedy, but took his bath as usual, dressed with more than ordinary care, and sat

down to his breakfast before he even unfolded the paper. The item for which he searched occupied by no

means so prominent a position as he had expected. It appeared under one of the leading headlines, but it

consisted of only a few words. He read them with interest but without emotion. Afterwards he turned to the

Stock Exchange quotations and made notes of a few prices in which he was interested.

He completed in leisurely fashion an excellent breakfast and followed his usual custom of walking along the

Embankment as far as the Royal Hotel, where he called a taxicab and drove to his offices. A little crowd had

gathered around the end of the passage which led from Crooked Friars, and Laverick himself leaned forward

and looked curiously at the spot where the body of the murdered man had lain. It seemed hard to him to

reconstruct last night's scene in his mind now that the narrow street was filled with hurrying men and a

stream of vehicles blocked every inch of the roadway. In his early morning mood the thing was impossible.

He fancied that a certain relief was visible among his clerks when he opened the door at precisely his usual

time and with a cheerful "Goodmorning!" made his way into the private office. He lit his customary

cigarette and dealt rapidly with the correspondence which was brought in to him by his headclerk.

Afterwards, as soon as he was alone, he opened the safe, thrust the contents of that inner drawer into his

"I am going around to the bank," he told his clerk as he passed out. "I shall be back in halfanhour

It was only a few steps to his bankers, and his request for an interview with the manager was immediately

granted. The latter received him kindly but with a certain restraint. There are not many secrets in the city, and

Morrison's big plunge on a particular mining share, notwithstanding its steady drop, had been freely

"I am not sure," answered Laverick. "To tell you the truth, I am in a somewhat singular position."

The banker nodded. He had not a doubt but that he understood exactly what that position was.

"You have perhaps heard," Laverick continued slowly, "that my late partner, Mr. Morrison, "

"We had a few words last night," he explained "and Mr. Morrison left the office with an understanding

between us that he should not return. You will receive a formal intimation of that during the course of the

next day or so. We will revert to the matter presently, if you wish. My immediate business with you is to

discuss the fact that I have to provide something like twenty thousand pounds today if I decide to take up

"You understand the position, of course, Mr. Laverick, if you fail to do so?" the manager remarked gravely.

"Naturally," Laverick answered. "I am quite aware of the fact that Morrison acted on behalf of the firm and

that I am responsible for his transactions. He has plunged pretty deeply, though, a great deal more deeply than

our capital warranted. I may add that I had not the slightest idea as to the extent of his dealings."

"Twenty thousand pounds," he declared, "is a great deal of money, Mr. Laverick."

"It is a great deal of money," Laverick admitted. "I am here to ask you to lend it to me.

"Upon unimpeachable security," Laverick continued. The bank manager was conscious that he had allowed a

little start of surprise to escape him, and bit his lip with annoyance. It was entirely contrary to his tenets to

"Unimpeachable security," he repeated. "Of course, if you have that to offer, Mr. Laverick, although the sum

"My security is of the best," Laverick declared grimly. "I have banknotes here, Mr. Fenwick, for twenty

The bank manager was again guilty of an unprofessional action. He whistled softly under his breath. A very

respectable client he had always considered Mr. Stephen Laverick, but he had certainly never suspected him

of being able to produce at a pinch such evidence of means. Laverick smoothed out the notes and laid them

"Mr. Fenwick," he said, "I believe I am right in assuming that when one comes to one's bankers, one enters,

as it were, into a confessional. I feel convinced that nothing which I say to you will be repeated outside this

office, or will be allowed to dwell in your own mind except with reference to this particular transaction

"From a strictly ethical point of view," Laverick went on, "this money is not mine. I hold it in trust for its

owner, but I hold it without any conditions . I have power to make what use I wish of it, and I choose today

to use it on my own behalf. Whether I am justified or not is scarcely a matter, I presume, which concerns this

excellent banking establishment over which you preside so ably. I do not pay these banknotes in to my

account and ask you to credit me with twenty thousand pounds. I ask you to allow me to deposit them here

for seven days as security against an overdraft. You can then advance me enough money to meet my

The banker took up the notes and looked them through, one by one. They were very crisp, very new, and

"I have no doubt that it must seem so to you," Laverick admitted. "At the same time, there the money is. You

can run no risk. If I am exceeding my moral right in making use of these notes, it is I who will have to pay.

The banker hesitated. The transaction was somewhat a peculiar one, but on the face of it there could be no

possible risk. At the same time, there was something about it which he could not understand.

"Your wish, Mr. Laverick," he remarked, looking at him thoughtfully, "seems to be to keep these notes out of

"On the whole," the banker declared, "I should prefer to credit them to your account in the usual way."

"I am sorry," Laverick answered, "but I have a sentimental feeling about it. I prefer to keep the notes intact. If

you cannot follow out my suggestion, I must remove my account at once. This isn't a threat, Mr. Fenwick,

you will understand that, I am sure. It is simply a matter of business, and owing to Morrison's speculations I

have no time for arguments. I am quite satisfied to remain in your hands, but my feeling in the matter is

exactly as I have stated, and I cannot change. If you are to retain my account, my engagements for today

The banker excused himself and left the room for a few moments. When he returned, he shrugged his

"It shall be as you say, Mr. Laverick," he announced. "The notes are placed upon deposit. Your engagements

Laverick shook hands with him, talked for a moment or two about indifferent matters, and strolled back

towards his office. He had rather the sense of a man who moves in a dream, who is living, somehow, in a life

which doesn't belong to him. He was doing the impossible. He knew very well that his name was in every

one's mouth. People were looking at him sympathetically, wondering how he could have been such a fool as

to become the victim of an irresponsible speculator. No one ever imagined that he would be able to keep his

engagements. And he had done it. The price might be a great one, but he was prepared to pay. At any moment

the sensational news might be upon the placards, and the whole world might know that the man who had

been murdered in Crooked Friars last night had first been robbed of twenty thousand pounds. So far he had

felt himself curiously free from anything in the shape of direct apprehensions. Already, however, the shadow

was beginning to fall. Even as he entered his office, the sight of a stranger offering office files for sale made

him start. He half expected to feel a hand upon his shoulder, a few words whispered in his ear. He set his

For several hours he remained in his office, engaged in a scheme for the redirection of its policy. With the

absence of Morrison, too, there were other changes to be made, changes in the nature of the business they

were prepared to handle, limits to be fixed. It was not until nearly luncheon time that the telephone, the

simultaneous arrival of several clients, and the breathless entry of his own headclerk rushing in from the

"'Unions' have taken their turn at last!" the clerk announced, in an excited tone. "They sagged a little this

morning, but since eleven they have been going steadily up. Just now there seems to be a boom. Listen."

Laverick heard the roar of voices in the street, and nodded. He was prepared to be surprised at nothing.

"They were bound to go within a day or two," he remarked. "Morrison wasn't an absolute idiot."

The luncheon hour passed. The excitement in the city grew. By three o'clock, ten thousand pounds would

have covered all of Laverick's engagements. Just before closingtime, it was even doubtful whether he might

not have borrowed every penny without security at all. He took it all quite calmly and as a matter of course.

He left the office a little earlier than usual, and every man whom he met stopped to slap him on the back and

chaff him. He escaped as soon as he could, bought the evening papers, found a taxicab, and as soon as he had

started spread them open. It was a remarkable proof of the man's selfrestraint that at no time during the

afternoon had he sent out for one of these early editions. He turned them over now with firm fingers. There

was absolutely no fresh news. No one had come forward with any suggestion as to the identity of the

murdered man. All day long the body had lain in the Mortuary, visited by a constant stream of the curious,

but presumably unrecognized. Laverick could scarcely believe the words he read. The thing seemed

ludicrously impossible. The twenty thousand pounds must have come from some one. Why did they keep

silence? What was the mystery about it? Could it be that they were not in a position to disclose the fact?

Curiously enough, this unnatural absence of news inspired him with something which was almost fear. He

had taken his risks boldly enough. Now that Fate was playing him this unexpectedly good turn, he was

conscious of a growing nervousness. Who could he have been, this man? Whence could he have derived this

great sum? One person at least must know that he had been robbed the man who murdered him must know

it. A cold shiver passed through Laverick's veins at the thought. Somewhere in London there must be a man

thirsting for his blood, a man who had committed a murder in vain and been robbed of his spoil.

Laverick had no engagements for that evening, but instead of going to his club he drove straight to his rooms,

meaning to change a little early for dinner and go to a theatre, lie found there, however, a small boy waiting

for him with a note in his hand. It was addressed in pencil only, and his name was printed upon it.

Laverick tore it open with a haste which he only imperfectly concealed. There was something ominous to him

DEAR LAVERICK, I must see you. Come the moment you get this. Come without fail, for your own sake

Laverick looked at the boy. His fingers were trembling, but it was with relief. The note was from Morrison.

"Close to Red Lion Square," the boy declared. "Not more nor five minutes in one of them taxicabs. The gent

He put on his hat again and waited while the commissionaire called them a taxicab.

"Number 7, Theobald Square," the boy said. Laverick nodded and repeated the address to the driver.

"What the dickens can Morrison be doing in a part like that!" he thought, as they passed up Northumberland

The Square was a small one, and in a particularly unsavory neighborhood. Laverick, who had once visited his

partner's somewhat extensive suite of rooms in Jermyn Street, rang the bell doubtfully. The door was opened

almost at once, not by a servant but by a young lady who was obviously expecting him. Before he could open

Laverick found himself in a small sittingroom, unexpectedly neat, and with the plainness of its furniture

relieved by certain undeniable traces of some cultured presence. The girl who had followed him stood with

her back to the door, a little out of breath. Laverick contemplated her in surprise. She was under medium

height, with small pale face and wonderful dark eyes. Her brown hair was parted in the middle and arranged

low down, so that at first, taking into account her obvious nervousness, he thought that she was a child. When

she spoke, however, he knew that for some reason she was afraid. Her voice was soft and low, but it was the

"My name is Stephen Laverick," he admitted. "I understood that I should find Mr. Arthur Morrison here."

She made no movement to summon him. She still stood, in fact, with her back to the door. Laverick was

distinctly puzzled. He felt himself unable to place this timid, childlike woman, with her terrified face and

beautiful eyes. He had never heard Morrison speak of having any relations. His presence in such a locality,

indeed, was hard to understand unless he had met with an accident. Morrison was one of those young men

"I am afraid," Laverick said, "that for some reason or other you are afraid of me. I can assure you that I am

quite harmless," he added smiling. "Won't you sit down and tell me what is the matter? Is Mr. Morrison in

She came a little away from the door. Laverick was a man who inspired trust. His tone, too, was unusually

"Come and tell me all about it," he suggested. "I expected to hear that he had gone abroad."

"Mr. Laverick," she said, looking up at him tremulously. "I was hoping that you could have told me what it

"Well, that rather depends," Laverick answered. "We certainly had a terribly anxious time yesterday. Our

"Yes, yes!" the girl interrupted. "Please go on. There have been business troubles, then."

"Rather," Laverick continued. "Last night they reached such a pitch that I gave Morrison some money and it

was agreed that he should leave the firm and try his luck somewhere else. I quite understood that he was

"There was something, then," she said, half to herself. "There was something. Oh, I am glad of that! You

Laverick stood with his back to the little fireplace and with his hands behind him a commanding figure in

the tiny room full of feminine trifles. He looked a great deal more at his ease than he really was.

"Perhaps I was inclined to be shorttempered," he admitted. "You see, to be frank with you, the department

of our business that was going wrong was the one over which Morrison has had sole control. He had entered

into certain speculations which I considered unjustifiable. Today, however, matters took an unexpected turn

Almost as he spoke his face clouded. Morrison, of course, would be triumphant. Perhaps he would even

expect to be reinstated. For many reasons, this was a thing which Laverick did not desire.

"Now tell me," he continued, "what is the matter with Morrison, and why has he sent for me, and, if you will

"You will please explain sitting down," he said firmly. "And don't look so terrified," he added, with a little

laugh. "I can assure you that I am not going to eat you, or anything of that sort. You make me feel quite

She smiled for the first time, and Laverick thought that he had never seen anything so wonderful as the

change in her features. The strained rigidity passed away. An altogether softer light gleamed in her wonderful

eyes. She was certainly by far the prettiest child he had ever seen. As yet he could not take her altogether

"Thank you," she said, sinking down upon the arm of an easychair. "first of all, then, Arthur is here because

Somehow or other, he had never associated Morrison with relations. Besides, this meant that she must be of

his race. There was nothing in her face to denote it except the darkness of her eyes, and that nameless charm

of manner, a sort of ultrasensitiveness, which belongs sometimes to the highest type of Jews. It was not a

quality, Laverick thought, which he should have associated with Morrison's sister.

"My brother, in a way," she resumed. "Arthur's father was a widower and my mother was a widow when they

"There is no reason why I should be," he answered, curiously relieved at her last statement. "Your brother and

I have been connected in business for some years. We have seen very little of one another outside."

"I dare say," she continued, still timidly, "that Arthur's friends would not be your friends, and that he wouldn't

care for the same sort of things. You see, my mother is dead and also his father, and as we aren't really related

at all, I cannot expect that he would come to see me very often. Last night, though, quite late long after I

had gone to bed he rang the bell here. I was frightened, for just now I am all alone, and my servant only

comes in the morning. So I looked out of the window and I saw him on the pavement, huddled up against the

door. I hurried down and let him in. Mr. Laverick," she went on, with an appealing glance at him, "I have

never seen any one look like it. He was terrified to death. Something seemed to have happened which had

taken away from him even the power of speech. He pushed past me into this room, threw himself into that

chair," she added, pointing across the room, "and he sobbed and beat his hands upon his knees as though he

were a woman in a fit of hysterics. His clothes were all untidy, he was as pale as death, and his eyes looked as

"Frightened! I shall never forget it! I did not sleep all night. He would tell me nothing he has scarcely

spoken a sensible word. Early this morning I persuaded him to go upstairs, and made him lie down. He has

taken two draughts which I bought from the chemist, but he has not slept. Every now and then he tries to get

up, but in a minute or two he throws himself down on the bed again and hides his face. If any one rings at the

bell, he shrieks. If he hears a footfall in the street, even, he calls out for me. Mr. Laverick, I have never been

so frightened in my life. I didn't know whom to send for or what to do. When he wrote that note to you I was

Laverick's eyes were full of sympathy. One could see that the scene of last night had risen up again before her

eyes. She was shrinking back, and the terror was upon her once more. He moved over to her side, and with an

impulse which, when he thought of it afterwards, amazed him, laid his hand gently upon her shoulder.

"Don't worry yourself thinking about it," he said. "I will talk to your brother. We did have words, I'll admit,

last night, but there wasn't the slightest reason why it should have upset him in this way. Things in the city

were shocking yesterday, but they have improved a great deal today. Let me go upstairs and I'll try and

"You are so kind," she murmured, suddenly dropping her hands from before her face and looking up at him

She rose and he followed her out of the room, up the stairs, and into a tiny bedroom. Laverick had no time to

look around, but it seemed to him, notwithstanding the cheap white furniture and very ordinary appointments,

that the same note of dainty femininity pervaded this little apartment as the one below.

"It is my room," she said shyly. "There is no other properly furnished, and I thought that he might sleep upon

Even as he spoke, the dark figure stretched upon the sheets sprang into a sitting posture. Laverick was

conscious of a distinct shock. It was Morrison, still wearing the clothes in which he had left the office, his

collar crushed out of all shape, his tie vanished. His black hair, usually so shiny and perfectly arranged, was

all disordered. Out of his staring eyes flashed an expression which one sees seldom in life, an expression of

"Who is it?" he cried out, and even his voice was unrecognizable. "Who is that? What do you want?"

"It is I Laverick," Laverick answered. "What on earth is the matter with you, man?"

Morrison drew a quick breath. Some part of the terror seemed to leave his face, but he was still an

alarminglooking object. Laverick quietly opened the door and laid his hand upon the girl's shoulder.

"Will you leave us alone?" he asked. "I will come and talk to you afterwards, if I may."

She nodded understandingly, and passed out. Laverick closed the door and came up to the bedside.

"What in the name of thunder has come over you, Morrison?" he said. "Are you ill, or what is it?"

"This is absurd!" Laverick exclaimed protestingly. "I have been feeling worried myself, but there's nothing so

terrifying in losing one's money, after all. As a matter of fact, things are altogether better in the city today.

You made a big mistake in taking us out of our depth, but we are going to pull through, after all. 'Unions'

Laverick's presence, and the sound of his even, matteroffact tone, seemed to act like a tonic upon his late

"Naturally I got it," Laverick answered impatiently, "and I came at once. Try and pull yourself together. Sit

up and tell me what you are doing here, frightening your sister out of her life."

"I came here," he muttered, "because I dared not go to my own rooms. I was afraid!"

Then, for the first time, it occurred to Laverick that perhaps the financial crisis in their affairs was not the

only thing which had reduced his late partner to this hopeless state. He looked at him narrowly.

"Look here," he said," it's no use sending for me unless you mean to tell me everything. Have you been

getting yourself into any trouble apart from our affairs, or is there anything in connection with them which I

Again Morrison opened his lips, and again, for some reason or other, he remained speechless. Then a certain

fear came also upon Laverick. There was something in Morrison's state which was in itself terrifying.

"You had better tell me all about it," Laverick persisted, "whatever it is. I will help you if I can."

Morrison shook his head. There was a glass of water by his side. He thrust his finger into it and passed it

"Look here," he said, "I've got a breakdown that's what's the matter with me. My nerves were never good.

I'm afraid of going mad. The anxiety of the last few weeks has been too much for me. I want to get out of the

country quickly, and I don't know how to manage it. I can't think. Directly I try to think my head goes round."

"There is nothing in the world to prevent your going away," Laverick answered. "It is the simplest matter

possible. Even if we had gone under today, no one could have stopped your going wherever you chose to

go. Ruin, even if it had been ruin, and I told you just now that business was better, is not a crime. Pull

yourself together, for Heaven's sake, man! You should be ashamed to come here and frighten that poor little

"You must do as I ask," he declared hoarsely. "It doesn't matter about prices being better. I want to get away.

Laverick looked at him steadily. Morrison was an ordinary young man of his type, something of a swaggerer,

probably at heart a coward. But this was no ordinary fear not even the ordinary fear of a coward. Laverick's

"I will get you out of the country if I can," said he. "There is no difficulty about it at all unless you are

concealing something from me. You can catch a fast steamer tomorrow, either for South Africa or New

York, but before I make any definite plans, hadn't you better tell me exactly what happened last night?"

Once more Morrison's lips parted without the ability to frame words. Then a feeble moan escaped him. He

threw up his hands and his head fell back. The ghastliness of his face spread almost to his lips, and he sank

"There is nothing to be alarmed at," he said, "but your brother has fainted. Bring me some sal volatile if you

have it, and I think that you had better run out and get a doctor. I will stay with him. I know exactly what to

She pointed to the dressingtable, where a little bottle was standing, and ran downstairs without a word.

Laverick mixed some of the spirit, and moved over to the side of the fainting man.

The doctor, a grave, incurious person, arrived within a few minutes to find Morrison already conscious but

absolutely exhausted. He felt his patient's pulse, prescribed a draught, and followed Laverick. down into the

"An ordinary case of nervous exhaustion," he pronounced. "The patient appears to have had a very severe

shock lately. He will be all right with proper diet and treatment, and a complete rest. I will call again

He accepted the fee which Laverick slipped into his hand, and took his departure. Once more Laverick was

"It is not his health which frightens me. I am sure I am quite sure that he has something upon his mind. Did

"Nothing at all," Laverick answered, with an inward sense of thankfulness. "To tell you the truth, though, I

am afraid you are right and that he did get into some sort of trouble last night. He was just about to tell me

"What am I to do?" she asked. "I cannot leave him like this, and if I am not at the theatre in twenty minutes, I

"I am on the stage," she said, "only a chorus girl at the Universal, worse luck. Still, they don't allow us to

"Do you mean to say that you have been keeping yourself here, then?" Laverick asked bluntly.

"Of course," she answered. "I do not like to be a burden on any one, and after all, you see, Arthur and I are

really not related at all. He has always told me, too, that times have been so bad lately."

Laverick was on the point of telling her that bad though they had been Arthur Morrison had never drawn less

than fifteen hundred a year, but he checked himself. It was not his business to interfere.

"I think," he said, "that your brother ought to have provided for you. He could have done so with very little

"But what am I to do now?" she asked him. "If I am absent, I shall lose my place."

"If you went round there and told them," he suggested, "would that make any difference? I could stay until

"Not at all," he answered. "Perhaps you would be good enough to bring a taxicab back, and I could take it on

to my rooms. Take one from here, if you can find it. There are always some at the corner."

He watched her go up on tiptoe for fear of disturbing her brother. Her feet seemed almost unearthly in the

lightness of their pressure. Not a board creaked. She seemed to float down to him in a most becoming little

hat but a shockingly shabby jacket, of whose deficiencies she seemed wholly unaware. Her lips were parted

"He is fast asleep and breathing quite regularly," she announced. "It is nice of you to stay."

"I took you for fourteen when I came inside," he answered. "Afterwards I thought you might be sixteen. Later

on, it seemed to me possible that you were eighteen. I am absolutely certain that you are not more than

"That shows how little you know about it. I am twenty, and I am quite used to going about alone. Will you sit

She nodded and stole out, closing the door behind her noiselessly. Laverick watched her from the window

until she was out of sight, moving without any appearance of haste, yet with an incredible swiftness. When

she had turned the corner, he went slowly upstairs and into the room where Morrison still lay asleep. He drew

a chair to the bedside and leaning forward opened out the evening paper. The events of the last hour or so had

completely blotted out from his mind, for the time being, his own expedition into the world of tragical

happenings. He glanced at the sleeping man, then opened his paper. There was very little fresh news except

that this time the fact was mentioned that upon the body of the murdered man was discovered a sum larger

than was at first supposed. It seemed doubtful, therefore, whether robbery, after all, was the motive of the

crime, especially as it took place in a neighborhood which was by no means infested with criminals. There

was a suggestion of political motive, a reference to the "Black Hand," concerning whose doings the papers

had been full since the murder of a wellknown detective a few weeks ago. But apart from this there was

Laverick folded up the paper and leaned back in his chair. The strain of the last twentyfour hours was

beginning to tell even upon his robust constitution. The atmosphere of the room, too, was close. He leaned

back in his chair and was suddenly weary. Perhaps he dozed. At any rate, the whisper which called him back

to realization of where he was, came to him so unexpectedly that he sat up with a sudden start.

Morrison's eyes were open, he had raised himself on his elbow, his lips were parted. His manner was quieter,

but there were black lines deep engraven under his eyes, in which there still shone something of that haunting

"Yes," he admitted, "I am feeling better. How did you come here? I can't remember anything."

"You sent for me," Laverick answered. "I arrived to find you pretty well in a state of collapse. Your sister has

"I remember now that I sent for you," Morrison continued. "Tell me, has any one been around at the office

"No one particular," Laverick answered, "no one at all that I can think of. There were one or two inquiries

"You are making a worse one of yourself by lying here and giving way," Laverick declared, "besides

"We talked some time ago," he went on, "about my getting away. You promised that you would help me.

"Not the slightest difficulty about that," Laverick answered. "There are halfadozen steamers sailing, at

least. At the same time, I suppose I ought to remind you that the firm is going to pull through. Mind don't

take this unkindly but the truth is best I will not have you back again. There may have to be a more definite

"I don't want to come back," Morrison murmured. "I have had enough of the city for the rest of my life. I'd

rather get away somewhere and make a fresh start. You'll help me, Laverick, won't you?"

"You were always a good sort," Morrison continued, "much too good for me. It was a rotten partnership for

"Let that go," Laverick interrupted. "If you really mean getting away, that simplifies matters, of course. Have

"To New York," answered Morrison; "New York would suit me best. There is money to be made there if one

"There will be some more money to come to you," Laverick answered, "probably a great deal more. I shall

place our affairs in the hands of an accountant, and shall have an estimate drawn up to yesterday. You shall

have every penny that is due to you. You have quite enough, however, to get there with. I will see to your

ticket tonight, if possible. When you've arrived you can cable me your address, or you can decide where you

"You'd better give me the key of your rooms," Laverick continued, "and I will go back and put together some

of your things. I suppose you will not want much to go away with. The rest can be sent on afterwards. And

Morrison, with a sudden movement, threw himself almost out of the bed. He clutched at Laverick's shoulder

"Don't go near my rooms, Laverick!" he begged. "Promise me that you won't! I don't want any letters! I don't

"I mean just what I have said," Morrison continued hysterically. "If you go there they will watch you, they

will follow you, they will find out where I am. I should be there now but for that."

"Very well," he said, "I will do as you say. I will not go near your rooms. I will get you a few things

His voice seemed to die away. Laverick glanced towards him, wondering at the unfinished sentence. Once

again the man's face seemed to be convulsed with horror. He flung himself face downward upon the bed and

"Don't be a fool," Laverick said sternly. "If you've anything on your mind apart from business, tell me about

Morrison made no reply. He was sobbing now like a child. Laverick rose to his feet and went to the window.

What was to be done with such a creature! When he got back, Morrison had raised himself once more into a

"Laverick," he said feebly, "there is something else, but I cannot tell you I cannot tell any one."

"Just as you please, of course," Laverick answered. "I am simply anxious to help you."

"You can do that as it is!" Morrison exclaimed feverishly. "You must promise me something promise that if

any one asks for me tomorrow before I get away, you will not tell them where I am. Say you suppose that I

am at my rooms, or that I have gone into the country for a few days. Say that you are expecting me back.

Don't let any one know that I have gone abroad, until I am safely away. And then don't tell a soul where I

"I haven't I swear that I haven't," Morrison declared. "It's something quite outside business quite outside

"Very well," answered Laverick, "I will promise what you have asked, then. Listen here is your sister back

again," he added, as he heard the taxicab stop outside. "Pull yourself together and don't frighten her so much.

I am going down to meet her. I shall tell her that you are better. Try and buck up when she comes in to see

He began to sob again. Laverick left the room and, descending the stairs, met the girl in the hall. Her white

"Your brother is very much better," Laverick said. "I am sure that you need not be anxious about him."

"I am so glad," she murmured. "They let me off but I had to pay a fine. I had no idea before that I was so

"One moment," Laverick answered, holding open the door of the sittingroom. "Miss Morrison," he went on,

"I beg your pardon. Your brother evidently has something on his mind apart from business. I am afraid that

he has been getting into some sort of trouble. I don't think there is any object in bothering him about it, but

"I will help, certainly," Laverick answered. "I have promised to. You must see that he is ready to leave here at

seven o'clock tomorrow morning. He wants to go to New York, and the special to catch the German boat

"Your brother does not wish me or any one to go near his rooms or to send him any of his belongings,"

"But how strange!" the girl exclaimed. "Do you mean to say, then, that he is going without anything?"

"I am afraid," Laverick said kindly, "that we must take it for granted that your brother has got mixed up in

some undesirable business or other. He is nervously anxious to keep his whereabouts an entire secret. He has

been asking me whether any one has been to the office to inquire for him. Under the circumstances, I think

the best thing we can do is to humor him. I shall buy him before tomorrow morning a cheap dressingcase

and a readymade suit of clothes, and a few things for the voyage. Then I shall send a cab for you both at

"You are very kind," she murmured. "What should I have done without you? Oh, I cannot think!"

The protective instinct in the man was suddenly strong. Naturally unaffectionate, he was conscious of an

almost overmastering desire to take her hands in his, even to lift her up and kiss away the tears which shone

in her deep, childlike eyes. He reminded himself that she was a stranger, that her appearance of youth was a

delusion, that she could only construe such an action as a liberty, an impertinence, offered under

"Naturally," he said, "I am glad to be of use to your brother. You see," he explained, a little awkwardly, "after

"Naturally, too," he continued, "it has been a great pleasure for me to do anything to relieve your anxiety."

She gave him her hands then of her own accord. The gratitude which shone out of her swimming eyes

seemed mingled with something which was almost invitation. Laverick was suddenly swept off his feet.

Something had come into his life something absurd, uncounted upon, incomprehensible. The atmosphere of

the room seemed electrified. In a moment, he had done what only a second or two before he had told himself

would be the action of a cad. He had taken her, unresisting, up into his arms, kissed her eyes and lips.

Afterwards, he was never able to remember those few moments clearly, only it seemed to him that she had

accepted his caress almost without hesitation, with the effortless serenity of a child receiving a natural

consolation in a time of trouble. But Laverick was conscious of other feelings as he leaned hard back in the

Laverick, notwithstanding that the hour was becoming late, found an outfitter's shop in the Strand still open,

and made such purchases as he could on Morrison's behalf. Then, with the bag ready packed, he returned to

his rooms. Time had passed quickly during the last three hours. It was nearly nine o'clock when he stepped

out of the lift and opened the door of his small suite of rooms with the latchkey which hung from his chain.

He began to change his clothes mechanically, and he had nearly finished when the telephone bell upon his

"Hallporter, sir," was the answer. "Person here wishes to see you particularly."

"He's a seedylooking lot, sir," the porter explained "I told him that I scarcely thought you'd see him."

"Never mind," Laverick answered. "I can soon get rid of the fellow if he's cadging."

He went back to his room and finished fastening his tie. His own affairs had sunk a little into the background

lately, but the announcement of this unusual visitor brought them back into his mind with a rush.

Notwithstanding his iron nerves, his fingers shook as he drew on his dinnerjacket and walked out to the

passageway to answer the bell which rang a few seconds later. A man stood outside, dressed in shabby black

clothes, whose face somehow was familiar to him, although he could not, for the moment, place it.

"If you please, Mr. Laverick," the man replied, "if you could spare me just a moment."

"You had better come inside, then," Laverick said, closing the door and preceding the way into the

sittingroom. At any rate, there was nothing threatening about the appearance of this visitor nor anything

"I have taken the liberty of coming, sir," the man announced, "to ask you if you can tell me where I can find

Laverick's face showed no sign of his relief. What he felt he succeeded in keeping to himself.

"If you please, sir," the man admitted. "I wanted a word or two with him most particular. I found out his

address from the caretaker of your office, but he don't seem to have been home to his rooms at all last night,

"I am the waiter, sir, at the 'Black Post,' little bar and restaurant, you know," he added, "just behind your

offices, sir, at the end of Crooked Friars' Alley. You've been in once or twice, Mr. Laverick, I think. Mr.

"I knew I'd seen your face somewhere," he said. "What do you want with Mr. Morrison?"

"It's a matter I shouldn't like to mention to any one except Mr. Morrison himself, sir," he declared finally. "If

you could put me in the way of seeing him, I'd be glad. I may say that it would be to his advantage, too."

"As it happens, that's a little difficult," he explained. "Mr. Morrison and I disagreed on a matter of business

last night. I undertook certain responsibilities which he should have shared, and he arranged to leave the firm

and the country at once. We parted well, not exactly the best of friends. I am afraid I cannot give you any

Laverick lied promptly but he lied badly. His visitor was not in the least convinced.

"I am afraid I haven't made myself quite plain, sir," he said. "It's to do him a bit o' good that I'm here. I'm not

wishing him any harm at all. On the contrary, it's a great deal more to his advantage to see me than it will be

"I think," Laverick suggested, "that you had better be frank with me. Supposing I knew where to catch

Morrison before he left the country, I could easily deal with you on his behalf."

"You see, sir," he replied awkwardly, "it's a matter I wouldn't like to breathe a word about to any one but Mr.

The man's face gave weight to his words. Curiously enough, the gleam of terror which Laverick caught in his

white face reminded him of a similar look which he had seen in Morrison's eyes barely an hour ago. To gain

time, Laverick moved across the room, took a cigarette from a box and lit it. A conviction was forming itself

in his mind. There was something definite behind these hysterical paroxysms of his late partner, something of

"Look here," he said, throwing himself into an easychair, "I think you had better be frank with me. I must

know more than I know at present before I help you to find Morrison, even if he is to be found. We didn't part

very good friends, but I'm his friend enough for the sake of others," he added, after a moment's hesitation,

"to do all that I could to help him out of any difficulty he may have stumbled into. So you see that so far as

anything you may have to say to him is concerned, I think you might as well say it to me."

"You couldn't see your way, then, sir," the man continued doggedly, "to tell me where I could find Mr.

"No, I couldn't," Laverick decided. "Even if I knew exactly where he was and I'm not admitting that I

The man's eyes gleamed. He was a typical waiter pastyfaced, unwholesomelooking but he had small

"I think, sir," he said, "you've some idea yourself, then, that Mr. Morrison has been getting into a bit of

"We won't discuss that," Laverick answered. "You must either go away it's past nine o'clock and I haven't

"Very well, sir," he said, "there's no great reason why I should put myself out about this at all. The only thing

"I think," the man continued, "that Mr. Morrison knowing, as I well do, sir, the sort of gent he is would

"I'll imagine I'm Morrison, for the moment," Laverick said smiling, "especially as I'm acting for him."

The man looked around the room. The door behind had been left ajar. He stepped backward and closed it.

"You'll pardon the liberty, sir," he said, "but this is a serious matter I'm going to speak about. I'll just tell you

a little thing and you can form your own conclusions. Last night we was open late at the 'Black Post.' We

keep open, sir, as you know, when you gentlemen at the Stock Exchange are busy. About nine o'clock there

was a strange customer came in. He had two drinks and he sat as though he were waiting. In about

'arfanhour another gent came in, and they went into a corner together and seemed to be doing some sort of

business. Anyways, there was papers passed between them. I was fairly busy about then, as there were one or

two more customers in the place, but I noticed these two talking together, and I noticed the dark gentleman

leave. The others went out a few minutes afterwards, and the gent who had come first was alone in the place.

He sat in the corner and he had a pocketbook on the table before him. I had a sort of casual glance at it when

I brought him a drink, and it seemed to me that it was full of banknotes. He sat there just like a man extra

deep in thought. Just after eleven, in came Mr. Morrison. I could see he was rare and put out, for he was

white, and shaking all over. 'Give me a drink, Jim,' he said, 'a big brandy and soda, big as you make 'em."'

The man paused for a moment as though to collect himself. Laverick was suddenly conscious of a strange

"He was quite close to the other gent, Mr. Morrison was," the waiter continued, "but they didn't say nowt to

each other. All of a sudden I see Mr. Morrison set down his glass and stare at the other chap as though he'd

seen something that had given him a turn. I leaned over the counter and had a look, too. There he sat this

tall, fair chap who had been in the place so long with his big pocketbook on the table in front of him, and

even from where I was I could see that there was a great pile of banknotes sticking out from it. All of a

sudden he looks up and sees Mr. Morrison awatching him and me from behind the counter. Back he whisks

the pocketbook into his pocket, calls me for my bill, gives me two mouldy pennies for a tip, buttons up his

Again the waiter paused for a moment before he answered paused and looked nervously around the room.

"He was the man as was murdered about a hundred yards off the 'Black Post' last night, sir," he said.

"I got an hour off today," the waiter continued, "and went down to the Mortuary. There was no doubt about

it. There he was same chap, same clothes. I could swear to him anywhere, and I reckon I '11 have to at the

Laverick's cigarette burned away between his fingers. It seemed to him that he was no longer in the room. He

was listening to Big Ben striking the hour, he was back again in that tiny little bedroom with its spotless

sheets and lace curtains. The man on the bed was looking at him. Laverick remembered the look and

"Mr. Morrison, sir," he said, dropping his voice to a hoarse whisper, "he followed the other chap out within

thirty seconds. A sort of queer look he'd got in his face too, and he went out without paying me. I've read the

papers pretty careful, sir," the man went on, "but I ain't seen no word of that pocketbook of banknotes

Laverick threw the end of his burning cigarette away. He walked to the window, keeping his back

deliberately turned on his visitor. His eyes followed the glittering arc of lights which fringed the Thames

Embankment, were caught by the flaring skysign on the other side of the river. He felt his heart beating with

unaccustomed vigor. Was this, then, the secret of Morrison's terror? He wondered no longer at his collapse.

The terror was upon him, too. He felt his forehead, and his hand, when he drew it away, was wet. It was not

Morrison alone but he himself who might be implicated in this man's knowledge. The thoughts flitted through

his brain like parts of a nightmare. He saw Morrison arrested, he saw the whole story of the missing

pocketbook in the papers, he imagined his bank manager reading it and thinking of that parcel of mysterious

banknotes deposited in his keeping on the morning after the tragedy. . . Laverick was a strong man, and his

moment of weakness, poignant though it had been, passed. This was no new thing with which he was

confronted. All the time he had known that the probabilities were in favor of such a discovery. He set his

"This is a very serious thing which you have told me," he said. "Have you spoken about it to any one else?"

"Not a soul, sir," the man answered. "I thought it best to have a word or two first with Mr. Morrison."

"You were thinking of attending the inquest," Laverick said thoughtfully. "The police would thank you for

"On the other hand," Laverick continued, speaking as though he were reasoning this matter out to himself,

"supposing you decided not to meddle in an affair which does not concern you, supposing you were not sure

as to the identity of your customer last night, and being a little tired you could not rightly remember whether

Mr. Morrison called in for a drink or not, and so, to cut the matter short, you dismissed the whole matter from

your mind and let the inquest take its own course, Laverick paused. His visitor scratched the side of his

"You've put this matter plainly, sir," he said, "in what I call an understandable, straightforward way. I'm a

poor man I've been a poor man all my life and I've never seed a chance before of getting away from it. I

"You have done a remarkably wise thing," he said, "in coming to me and in telling me about this affair. The

idea of connecting Mr. Morrison with the murder would, of course, be ridiculous, but, on the other hand, it

would be very disagreeable to him to have his name mentioned in connection with it. You have behaved

discreetly, and you have done Mr. Morrison a service in trying to find him out. You will do him a further

service by adopting the second course I suggested with regard to the inquest. What do you consider that

"It depends, sir," the man answered quietly, "at what price Mr. Morrison values his life!"

"Come," he declared, "you must not go too far with this thing. I have admitted, so as to clear the way for

anything you have to say, that Mr. Morrison would not care to have his name mentioned in connection with

this affair. But because he left your bar a few minutes after the murdered man, it is sheer folly to assume that

therefore he is necessarily implicated in his death. I cannot conceive anything more unlikely."

The man smiled a slow, uncomfortable smile which suggested mirth less than anything in the world.

"Well?" Laverick inquired. "Let's have it. You had better tell me everything that is in your mind."

"The knife was mine," his visitor affirmed, dropping his voice once more to a whisper. "It lay on the edge of

the counter, close to where Mr. Morrison was leaning, and as soon as he'd gone I missed it."

"One don't possess a knife for a matter of eight or nine years without being able to swear to it," the other

"There don't need to be," was the quiet reply. "You know that, sir. So do I. There don't need to be any more

"We will waive that point," Laverick declared. "The jury sometimes are very hard to convince by

circumstantial evidence alone. However, as I have said, let us waive that point. Your position is clear enough.

You go to the inquest, you tell all you know, and you get nothing. You are a poor man, you have worked hard

all your life. The chance has come in your way to do yourself a little good. Now take my advice. Don't spoil

it all by asking for anything ridiculous. It won't do for you to come into a fortune a few days after this affair,

especially if it ever comes out that the murdered man was in your place. I am here to act for Mr. Morrison.

"You are talking like a gent, sir," the man said, "like a sensible gent, too. I'd have to keep it quiet, of course,

that I'd come into a bit of money, just at present, at any rate. I could easy find an excuse for changing my

job perhaps get away from London altogether. I've got a few pounds saved and I've always wanted to open

a banking account. A gent like you, perhaps, could put me in the way of doing it."

"How much do you consider would be a satisfactory balance to commence with?" Laverick asked.

"Well, you see, Shepherd," Laverick continued, "the difficulty is, in your case, as in all similar ones, that one

never knows where the thing will end. A thousand pounds is a considerable sum, but in four amounts, with

three months interval between each, it could be arranged. This would be better for you, in any case. Two

hundred and fifty pounds is not an unheardof sum for you to have saved or got together. After that your

investments would be my lookout, and they would produce, as I have said, another seven hundred and fifty

pounds. But what security have I has Mr. Morrison, let us say that you will be content with this sum?"

"He hasn't any, sir," the man admitted at once. "He couldn't have any. I'm a modestliving man, and I've no

desire to go shouting around that I'm independent all of a sudden. That wouldn't do nohow. A thousand

pounds would bring me in near enough a pound a week if I invested it, or two pounds a week for an annuity,

my health being none too good. I've no wife or children, sir. I was thinking of an annuity. With two pounds a

"It shall be done," he said. "Tomorrow I shall buy shares for you to the extent of two hundred and fifty

pounds. They will be deposited in a bank. Some day you can look in and see me, and I will take you round

there. You are my client who has speculated under my instructions successfully, and you will sign your name

and become a customer. After that, you will speculate again. When your thousand pounds has been made, I

will show you how to buy an annuity. Keep your mouth shut, and last night will be the luckiest night of your

"A drop or two, sir," the man admitted. "If I didn't, I guess I'd go off my chump."

"Never, sir," the man declared. "I've a way of getting a drop too much when I'm by myself. Then I tumbles

off to sleep and that's the end of it. I've no fancy for company at such times."

"It's a good thing," Laverick remarked, thrusting his hand into his pocket. "Here's a fivepound note on

account. I daresay you can manage to keep sober tonight, at any rate. That's all, isn't it?"

"That's all, sir," the man answered, "unless I might make so bold as to ask whether Mr. Morrison has really

"Mr. Morrison had decided to hook it, as you graphically say, before he came in for that drink to your bar,

Shepherd," Laverick affirmed. "Business had been none too good with us, and we had had a disagreement."

"Quite well, sir, and thank you," declared Mr. Shepherd, closing the door softly behind him.

Laverick sat down in his chair. He had forgotten that he was hungry. He was faced now with a new tragedy.

They stood together upon the platform watching the receding train. The girl's eyes were filled with tears, but

Laverick was conscious of a sense of immense relief. Morrison had been at the station some time before the

train was due to leave, and, although a physical wreck, he seemed only too anxious to depart. He had all the

appearance of a brokenspirited man. He looked about him on the platform, and even from the carriage, in

the furtive way of a criminal expecting apprehension at any moment. The whistle of the train had been a

We'11 write you to New York, care of Barclays," Laverick called out. "Good luck, Morrison! Pull yourself

"Morrison's only reply was a somewhat feeble nod. Laverick had not attempted to shake hands. He felt

himself at the last moment, stirred almost to anger by the perfunctory farewell which was all this man had

offered to the girl he had treated so inconsiderately. His thoughts were engrossed upon himself and his own

danger. He would not even have kissed her if she had not drawn his face down to hers and whispered a

reassuring little message. Laverick turned away. For some reason or other he felt himself shuddering.

Conversation during those last few moments had been increasingly difficult. The train was off at last,

The girl drew a long breath, which might very well have been one of relief. They turned silently toward the

"It is the first time," she said. "Another girl and her mother have lived with me always. They started off last

week, touring. They are paying a little toward the house or I should have to go into rooms. As it is, I think

"You seem such a child," he said, "to be left all alone in the world like this."

"But I am not a child actually, you see," she answered, with an effort at lightness. "Somehow, though, I do

miss Arthur's going. His father was always very good to me, and made him promise that he would do what he

could. I didn't see much of him, but one felt always that there was somebody. It's different now. It makes one

"I, too," Laverick said, with commendable mendacity, "am rather a lonely person. You must let me see

She looked up at him quickly. Her gaze was altogether disingenuous, but her eyes those wonderful eyes

"Supposing we start today," he suggested, smiling. "I cannot ask you to lunch, as I have a busy day before

me, but we might have dinner together quite early. Then I would take you to the theatre and meet you

"I am not at all sure about that. Now I'll put you in this taxi and send you home."

"You mustn't do anything so extravagant. I can get a 'bus just outside. I never have taxicabs."

"Just this morning," he insisted, "and I think he won't trouble you for his fare. You must let me, please.

Remember that there's a large account open still between your halfbrother and me, so you needn't mind

these trifles. Till this evening, then. Shall I fetch you or will you come to me?"

"Let me fetch you, if I may," she said. "It isn't nice for you to come down to where I live. It's such a horrid

"Just as you like," he answered. "I'd be very glad to fetch you if you prefer it, but it would give me more time

if you came. Shall we say seven o'clock? I've written the address down on this card so that you can make no

"You know, all the time," she said, "I feel that you are treating me as though I were a baby. I'll be there

The cab glided off. Laverick caught a glimpse of a wan little face with a faint smile quivering at the corner of

her lips as she leaned out for a moment to say goodbye. Then he went back to his rooms, breakfasted, and

The morning papers had nothing new to report concerning the murder in Crooked Friars' Alley. Evidently

what information the police had obtained they were keeping for the inquest. Laverick, from the moment when

he entered the office, had little or no time to think of the tragedy under whose shadow he had come. The

longpredicted boom had arrived at last. Without lunch, he and all his clerks worked until after six o'clock.

Even then Laverick found it hard to leave. During the day, a dozen people or so had been in to ask for

Morrison. To all of them he had given the same reply, Morrison had gone abroad on private business for

the firm. Very few were deceived by Laverick's dry statement. He was quite aware that he was looked upon

either as one of the luckiest men on earth, or as a financier of consummate skill. The failure of Laverick

Morrison had been looked upon as a certainty. How they had tided over that twentyfour hours had been

"Mr. Fenwick from the bank, sir, is wishing to speak to you for a moment," his headclerk announced.

"Yes," he said, "I am Laverick. Good afternoon, Mr. Fenwick! Absolutely impossible to spare any time

"Quite right, Mr. Laverick," was the answer. "At the same time, if you could spare me a moment I should be

"I will come in tomorrow," Laverick promised. "This afternoon it is quite out of the question. I have a

crowd of people waiting to see me, and several important engagements for which I am late already."

For a time this last message troubled him. As soon as the day's work was over, however, and he stepped into

his cab, he dismissed it entirely from his thoughts. It was curious how, notwithstanding this new seriousness

which had come into his life, notwithstanding that sensation of walking all the time on the brink of a

precipice, he set his face homeward and looked forward to his evening, with a pleasure which he had not felt

for many months. The whirl of the day faded easily from his mind. He lived no more in an atmosphere of

wild excitement, of changing prices, of feverish anxiety. How empty his life must have unconsciously grown

that he could find so much pleasure in being kind to a pretty child! It was hard to think of her otherwise

impossible. A strange heritage, this, to have been left him by such a person as Arthur Morrison. How in the

She was a little shy when she arrived. Laverick had left special orders downstairs, and she was brought up

into his sittingroom immediately. She was very quietly dressed except for her hat, which was large and

wavy. He found it becoming, but he knew enough to understand that her clothes were very simple and very

"I am afraid," she said timidly, with a glance at his evening attire, "that we must go somewhere very quiet.

You see, I have only one evening gown and I couldn't wear that. There wouldn't be time to change

afterwards. Besides, one's clothes do get so knocked about in the dressingrooms."

"There are heaps of places we can go to," he assured her pleasantly. "Of course you can't, dress for the

evening when you have to go on to work, but you must remember that there are a good many other smart

young ladies in the same position. I had to change because I have taken a stall to see your performance. Tell

"Rather lonely," she admitted, making a pathetic little grimace. "That is to say I have been feeling lonely,"

"You are a queer little person," he said kindly, as they went down in the lift. "Haven't you any friends?"

"What sort of friends could I have?" she asked. "The girls in the chorus with me are very nice, some of them,

but they know so many people whom I don't, and they are always out to supper, or something of the sort."

"I went to one supperparty with the girl who is near me," she said. "I liked it very much, but they didn't ask

"Oh, I don't know!" she went on drearily. "You see, I think the men who take out girls who are in the chorus,

generally expect to be allowed to make love to them. At any rate, they behaved like that. Such a horrid man

tried to say nice things to me and I didn't like it a bit. So they left me alone afterwards. The girl I lived with

and her mother are quite nice, and they have a few friends we go to see sometimes on Sunday or holidays. It's

"What could one do?" she answered. "My mother's money died with her she had only an annuity and my

stepfather, who had promised to look after me, lost all his money and died quite suddenly. Arthur was in a

stockbroker's office and he couldn't save anything. My only friend was my old musicmaster, and he had

given up teaching and was director of the orchestra at the Universal. All he could do for me was to get me a

place in the chorus. I have been there ever since. They keep on promising me a little part but I never get it. It's

always like that in theatres. You have to be a favorite of the manager's, for some reason or other, or you never

"I don't know much about theatres," he admitted. "I am afraid I am rather a stupid person. When I can get

away from work I go into the country and play cricket or golf, or anything that's going. When I am up in

town, I am generally content with looking up a few friends, or playing bridge at the club. I never have been a

"I wonder," she asked, as they seated themselves at a small round table in the restaurant which he had chosen,

"I didn't know that I did," he answered. "We've had thundering hard times lately in business, though. I

"I suppose we all have something," he replied, suddenly grave. "Why do you ask that?"

She leaned across the table. In the shaded light, her oval face with its little halo of deep brown hair seemed to

him as though it might have belonged to some old miniature. She was delightful, like Watteauwork upon a

piece of priceless porcelain delightful when the lights played in her eyes and the smile quivered at the

"I will tell you why I ask that question," she said. "I cannot help worrying still about Arthur. You know you

admitted last night that he had done something. You saw how terribly frightened he was this morning, and

how he kept on looking around as though he were afraid that he would see somebody whom he wished to

avoid. Oh! I don't want to worry you," she went on, "but I feel so terrified sometimes. I feel that he must have

done something bad. It was not an ordinary business trouble which took the life out of him so completely."

"It was not," Laverick admitted at once. "He has done something, I believe, quite foolish; but the matter is in

my hands to arrange, and I think you can assure yourself that nothing will come of it."

"I did not," he answered. "I told him nothing. For many reasons it was better to keep him ignorant. He and I

might not have seen things the same way, and I am sure that what I am doing is for the best. If I were you,

Miss Leneveu, I think I wouldn't worry any more. Soon you will hear from your brother that he is safe in

New York, and I think I can promise you that the trouble will never come to anything serious."

"Why have you been so kind to him?" she asked timidly. "From what he said, I do not think that he was very

"To be honest," he said, "I think that I should not have taken so much trouble for his sake alone. You see," he

continued, smiling, "you are rather a delightful young person, and you were very anxious, weren't you?"

Her hand came across the table an impulsive little gesture, which he nevertheless found perfectly natural

and delightful. He took it into his, and would have raised the fingers to his lips but for the waiters who were

"You are so kind," she said, "and I am so fortunate. I think that I wanted a friend."

"You poor child," he answered, "I should think you did. You are not drinking your wine."

"Do you mind?" she asked. "A very little gets into my head because I take it so seldom, and the manager is

cross if one makes the least bit of a mistake. Besides, I do not think that I like to drink wine. If one does not

take it at all, there is an excuse for never having anything when the girls ask you."

"I believe you are quite right," he said; "in a general way, at any rate. Well, I will drink by myself to your

"I will drive you to the theatre," he said, "and then go round and fetch my ticket."

As he waited for her in the reception hall of the restaurant, he took an evening paper from the stall. A brief

Murder in the City. We understand that very important information has come into the hands of the police.

He crushed the paper in his hand and threw it on one side. It was the usual sort of thing. There was nothing

As soon as he had gone through his letters on the following morning, Laverick, in response to a second and

more urgent message, went round to his bank. Mr. Fenwick greeted him gravely. He was feeling keenly the

responsibilities of his position. Just how much to say and how much to leave unsaid was a question which

"You understand, Mr. Laverick," he began, "that I wished to see you with regard to the arrangement we came

"The arrangement, of course, was most unusual," the manager continued. "I agreed to it as you were an old

"I do not quite follow you," Laverick remarked, frowning. "What is it you wish me to do? Withdraw my

"You know the position of our market, of course," Laverick went on. "Three days ago I was in a situation

which might have been called desperate. I could quite understand that you needed security to go on making

the necessary payments on my behalf. Today, things are entirely different. I am twenty thousand pounds

better off, and if necessary I could realize sufficient to pay off the whole of my overdraft within

"I quite understand that, my dear Mr. Laverick," the bank manager declared. "The position is simply this. We

have had a most unusual and a strictly private inquiry, of a nature which I cannot divulge to you, asking

whether any large sum in five hundred pound banknotes has been passed through our account during the last

"We have. I can tell you no more. The source of the inquiry was, in a sense, amazing."

"My reply was," Mr. Fenwick said slowly, "that no such notes had passed through our account. We asked

them, however, without giving any reasons, to repeat their question in a few days' time. Our reply was

perfectly truthful. Owing to your peculiar stipulations, we are simply holding a certain packet for you in our

security chamber. We know it to contain banknotes, and there is very little doubt but that it contains the

notes which have been the subject of this inquiry. I want to ask you, Mr. Laverick, to be so good as to open

that packet, let me credit the notes to your account in the usual way, and leave me free to reply as I ought to

"The course which you suggest," replied the other, "is one which I absolutely decline to take. It is not for me

to tell you the nature of the relations which should exist between a banker and his client. All that I can say is

that those notes are deposited with you and must remain on deposit, and that the transaction is one which

must be treated entirely as a confidential one. If you decline to do this, I must remove my account, in which

case I shall, of course, take the packet away with me. To be plain with you, Mr. Fenwick," he wound up, "I

do not intend to make use of those notes, I never intended to do so. I simply deposited them as security until

"It is a very nice point, Mr. Laverick," the bank manager remarked. "I should consider that you had already

"I cannot admit that at all," Laverick replied. "There is only one inquiry which you could have had which

could justify you in insisting upon what you have suggested. It emanated, I presume, from Scotland Yard?"

"If it had," Mr. Fenwick answered, "no considerations of etiquette would have intervened at all. I should have

felt it my duty to have revealed at once the fact of your deposit. At the same time, the inquiry comes from an

"After all, the matter is a very simple one," he declared. "By four o'clock this afternoon my account shall be

within its limits. You will then automatically restore to me the packet which you hold on my behalf, and the

"If you do not mind," the banker answered, "I should be glad if you would take it with you. It means, I think,

a matter of six or seven thousand pounds added to your overdraft, but as a temporary thing we will pass that."

"As you will," Laverick assented carelessly. "The charge of those documents is a trust with me as well as

with yourself. I have no doubt that I can arrange for their being held in a secure place elsewhere."

The usual formalities were gone through, and Laverick left the bank with the brown leather pocketbook in

his breastcoat pocket. Arrived at his office, he locked it up at once in his private safe and proceeded with the

usual business of the day. Even with an added staff of clerks, the office was almost in an uproar. Laverick

threw himself into the struggle with a wholehearted desire to escape from these unpleasant memories. He

succeeded perfectly. It was two hours before he was able to sit down even for a moment. His headclerk,

"I forgot to tell you, sir," he announced, "that there s a man outside Mr. Shepherd was his name, I believe

said he had a small investment to make which you promised to look after personally. He would insist on

"That's all right," Laverick declared. "You can show him in. We'll probably give him American rails."

"Can't we attend to it in the office for you, sir?" the clerk asked. "I suppose it's only a matter of a few

"Less than that, probably, but I promised the fellow I'd look after it myself. Send him in, Scropes."

There was a brief delay and then Mr. Shepherd was announced. Laverick, who was sitting with his coat off,

smoking a wellearned cigarette, looked up and nodded to his visitor as the door was closed.

"I guess that, sir," he said, "from the number of people we've had in the 'Black Post' today, and the way

they've all been shouting and talking. They don't seem to eat much these days, but there's some of them can

"I've got some sound stocks looked out for you," Laverick remarked, "two hundred and fifty pounds' worth. If

you'll just approve that list as a matter of form," he added, pushing a piece of paper across, "you can come in

tomorrow and have the certificates. I shall tell them to debit the purchase money to my private account, so

"I'm sure I'm much obliged, sir," the man said. "To tell you the truth," he went on, "I've had a bit of a scare

"May I sit down, sir? I'm a bit worn out. I've been on the go since halfpast ten."

Laverick nodded and pointed to a chair. Shepherd brought it up to the side of the table and leaned forward.

"There's been two men in today," he said, "asking questions. They wanted to know how many customers I

had there on Monday night, and could I describe them. Was there any one I recognized, and so on."

"I declared I couldn't remember any one. To the best of my recollection, I told them, there was no one served

at all after ten o'clock. I wouldn't say for certain it looked as though I might have had a reason."

"Did they mention any names?" asked Laverick "Morrison's, for instance? Did they want to know whether

"They didn't mention no names at all, sir," the man answered, "but they did begin to ask questions about my

regular clients. Fortunate like, the place was so crowded that I had every excuse for not paying any too much

attention to them. It was all I could do to keep on getting orders attended to."

"What sort of men were they?" Laverick asked. "Do you think that they came from the police?"

"I shouldn't have said so," Shepherd replied, "but one can't tell, and these gentlemen from Scotland Yard do

make themselves up so sometimes on purpose to deceive. I should have said that these two were foreigners,

the same kidney as the poor chap as was murdered. I heard a word or two pass, and I sort of gathered that

they'd a shrewd idea as to that meeting in the 'Black Post' between the man who was murdered and the little

"I'm sure I'm much obliged, sir; I can tell you, though," he added, "I don't half like these chaps coming round

making inquiries. My nerves ain't quite what they were, and it gives me the jumps."

"After all, there was no one else in the bar that night," he remarked, "no one who could contradict you?"

"Then don't you bother," Laverick continued. "You see, you've been wise. You haven't given yourself away

altogether. You've simply said that you don't recollect any one coming in. Why should you recollect? At the

end of a day's work you are not likely to notice every stray customer. Stick to it, and, if you take my advice,

don't go throwing any money about, and don't give your notice in for another week or so. Pave the way for it

"I'm on," Jim Shepherd remarked, nodding his head. "I'm on to it, sir. I don't want to get into no trouble, I'm

"You can't," Laverick answered dryly, "unless you chuck yourself in. You're not obliged to remember

anything. No one can ever prove that you remembered anything. Keep your eyes open, and let me hear if

"I'm pretty certain they will, sir," the man declared. "They sat about waiting for me to be disengaged, but

when my time off came, I hopped out the back way. They'll be there again tonight, sure enough."

"It's an awful thing to think of, sir," he whispered, blinking rapidly. "I wouldn't be that young Mr. Morrison

for all that great pocketful of notes. But my! there was a sight of money there, sir! He'll be a rich man for all

"We won't talk any more about it," Laverick insisted. "It isn't a pleasant thing to think about or talk about. We

The man took his departure and the whirl of business recommenced. Laverick turned his back upon the city

only a few minutes before eight and, tired out, he dined at a restaurant on his homeward way. When at last he

reached his sittingroom he threw himself on the sofa and lit a cigar. Once more the evening papers had no

particular news. This time, however, one of them had a leading article upon the English police system. The

fact that an undetected murder should take place in a wealthy neighborhood, away from the slums, a murder

which must have been premeditated, was in itself alarming. Until the inquest had been held, it was better to

make little comment upon the facts of the case so far as they were known. At the same time, the circumstance

could not fail to incite a considerable amount of alarm among those who had offices in the vicinity of the

tragedy. It was rumored that some mysterious inquiries were being circulated around London banks. It was

possible that robbery, after all, had been the real motive of the crime, but robbery on a scale as yet

unimagined. The whole interest of the case now was centred upon the discovery of the man's identity. As

Laverick threw the paper away. He tried to rest upon the sofa, but tried in vain. He found himself continually

"Tonight," he muttered to himself, "no, I will not go tonight! It is not fair to the child. It is absurd. Why,

He rose to his feet. Just then there was a ring at his bell. He opened the door and found a messenger boy

Laverick held out his hand. The boy gave him a large square envelope, and upon the back of it was

"Universal Theatre." Laverick tried to assure himself that he was not so ridiculously pleased. He stepped back

into the room, tore open the envelope, and read the few lines traced in rather faint but delicate handwriting.

Are you coming to fetch me tonight? Don't let me be a nuisance, but do come if you have nothing to do. I

Laverick gave the boy a shilling for himself and suddenly forgot that he was tired. He changed his clothes,

whistling softly to himself all the time. At eleven o'clock, he was at the stagedoor of the Universal Theatre,

One by one the young ladies of the chorus came out from the stagedoor of the Universal, in most cases to be

assisted into a waiting hansom or taxicab by an attendant cavalier. Laverick stood back in the shadows as

much as possible, smiling now and then to himself at this, to him, somewhat novel way of spending the

evening. Zoe was among the last to appear. She came up to him with a delightful little gesture of pleasure,

"This sort of thing is making me feel absurdly young," he declared. "Luigi's for supper, I suppose?"

"Supper!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands. "Delightful! Two nights following, too! I did love last night."

He laughed at her, but he was thoughtful for a few minutes. Afterwards, when they sat at a small round table

in the somewhat Bohemian restaurant which was the fashionable rendezvous of the moment for ladies of the

"Tell me what you meant in your note," he begged. "You said that you had some information for me.

"I'm afraid it wasn't anything very much," she admitted. "I found out today that some one had been

inquiring at the stagedoor about me, and whether I was connected in any way with a Mr. Arthur Morrison,

"The man left no name at all. I tried to get the doorkeeper to tell me about him, but he's such a surly old

fellow, and he's so used to that sort of thing, that he pretended he didn't remember anything."

"It seems odd," he remarked thoughtfully, "that any one should have found you out. You were so seldom with

Morrison. I dare say," he added, "it was just some one to whom your brother owes some small sum of

"Very likely," she answered. "But I was going to tell you. He came again tonight while the performance was

The note it was really little more than a message was written on the back of a programme and enclosed in

I believe that Mr. Arthur Morrison is a connection of yours, and I am venturing to introduce myself to you as

a friend of his. Could you spare me halfanhour of your company after the performance of this evening? If

you could honor me so much, you might perhaps allow me to give you some supper. Sincerely, PHILIP E.

"I should say," he declared, "that this was simply some young man who was trying to scrape an acquaintance

She tore the programme into two pieces, and Laverick was conscious of a ridiculous feeling of pleasure at her

"If you hear anything more about him," he said, "you might let me know. You are a brave young lady to

Laverick told himself that at his age he was behaving like an idiot, nevertheless his eyes across the table

"Thirtyeight thirtynine my next birthday. Doesn't that seem grandfatherly to you?"

"You must not be absurd!" she exclaimed. "It is not even middleaged. Now tell me how do you spend

your time generally? Do you really mean that you go and play cards at your club most evenings?"

"I am quite content," he answered. "Go ahead, but remember, though, that I am a very dull person."

"You look so young for your years," she declared. "I wonder, have you ever been in love?"

"I don't know," she admitted, hesitatingly. "You don't seem to me as though you cared to make friends very

"And when was the last time," she asked, "that you felt you cared a little for any one?"

"Of course, it is nonsense to talk to you like this!" she said. "You are quite right to make fun of me."

"Very well, then," she answered, "if you are in earnest you shall be in love with me. You shall take me about,

give me supper every night, send me some sweets and cigarettes to the theatre oh, and there are heaps of

"If those things mean being fond of you," he answered, "I'll prove it with pleasure. Sweets, cigarettes,

"I hate it, but I must do something. I could not live on charity. If I knew any other way I could make money, I

would rather, but there is no other way. I tried once to give music lessons. I had a few pupils, but they never

"I wish I could think of something," Laverick said thoughtfully. "Of course, it is occupation you want. So far

"No, no!" she declared. "I have never complained about Arthur. Sometimes he made me suffer, because I

know that he was ashamed of having a relative in the chorus, but I am quite sure that I do not wish to take any

of his money or of anybody else's," she added. "I want always to earn my own living."

"Why not?" she answered softly. "It is years since I had any one to do very much for me. Necessity teaches us

a good many things. Oh, I was helpless enough when it began!" she added, with a little sigh. "I got over it.

Laverick looked across the room. Louise and Bellamy were sitting at the opposite table. The former was

strikingly handsome and very wonderfully dressed. Her closelyclinging gown, cut slightly open in front,

displayed her marvelous figure. She wore long pearl earrings, and a hat with white feathers which drooped

"It is Mademoiselle Idiale," he said, "the most wonderful soprano in the world."

"I do not know her," he said. "I know who she is, of course, every one does. She is a Servian, and they say

that she is devoted to her country. She left Vienna at a moment's notice, only a few days ago, and they say

that it was because she had sworn never to sing again before the enemies of her country. She had been

engaged a long time to appear at Covent Garden, but no one believed that she would really come. She breaks

her engagements just when she chooses. In fact, she is a very wonderful person altogether."

"I never saw such pearls in my life," Zoe whispered. "And how lovely she is! I do not understand, though,

It certainly seemed probable. Even at that moment she touched her escort upon the arm, and he distinctly

looked across at Laverick. It was obvious that he was the subject of her conversation.

"I know the man," Laverick said. "He was at Harrow with me, and I have played cricket with him since. But I

have certainly never met Mademoiselle Idiale. One does not forget that sort of person.

"Her figure is magnificent," Zoe murmured wistfully. "Do you like tall women very much, Mr. Laverick?"

"We are very foolish people, you and I," she laughed. "We came together so strangely and yet we talk such

"Oh, you are quite young enough!" she assured him. "To tell you the truth, I am jealous. Mademoiselle Idiale

There was no doubt about her beauty, but those who were criticising her and she was by far the most

interesting person in the room thought her a little sad. Though Bellamy was doing his utmost to be

entertaining, her eyes seemed to travel every now and then over his head and out of the room. Wherever her

thoughts were, one could be very sure that they were not fixed upon the subject under discussion.

"She is like that when she sings," Laverick remarked. "She has none of the vivacity of the Frenchwomen. Yet

there was never anything so graceful in the world as the way she moves about the stage."

"If you were a man," he replied, "you would probably find some one whom you preferred to live for. Do you

"Ah, I like that!" she declared. "I will not be called Miss Leneveu any more by you. You must call me Miss

"Ah!" she cried softly, "you, too, are coming under the spell, then. I was reading about her only the other day.

They say that so many men fall in love with her so many men to whom she gives no encouragement at all."

"Come," he said, "my heart is not so easily won. I can assure you that I never aspire to so mighty a personage

as a Covent Garden star. Don't you know that she gets a salary of five hundred pounds a week, and wears

ropes of pearls which would represent ten times my entire income? Heaven alone knows what her gowns

"After all, though," murmured Zoe, "she is a woman. See, your friend is coming to speak to you."

Bellamy was indeed crossing the room. He nodded to Laverick and bowed to his companion.

"Forgive my intruding, Laverick," he said. "You do remember me, I hope? Bellamy, you know."

"I remember you quite well. We used to play together at Lord's, even after we left school."

"That is so," he answered. "I see by the papers that you have kept up your cricket. Mine, alas! has had to go. I

have been too much of a rolling stone lately. Do you know that I have come to ask you a favor?"

"Mademoiselle Idiale has a fancy to meet you," Bellamy explained. "You know, or I dare say you have heard,

what a creature of whims she is. If you won't come across and be introduced like a good fellow, she probably

won't speak a word all through suppertime, go off in a huff, and my evening will be spoiled."

Laverick laughed heartily. A little smile played at the corner of Zoe's lips nevertheless, she was looking

"Under those circumstances," remarked Laverick, "perhaps I had better go. You will understand," he added,

"Naturally," Bellamy answered. "If Mademoiselle really has anything to say to you, I will, if I am permitted,

"I am sure I have seen you at the Universal," he declared. "You're in the front row, aren't you? I have seen

"Does it seem clever to you?" she asked wistfully. "You see, we are all so tired of it."

"I think it is ripping," Bellamy declared. "I shall have the pleasure again directly," he added, with a bow.

"What the dickens does Mademoiselle Idiale want with me?" Laverick demanded. "Does she know that I am

"She isn't the sort to care who or what you are," he answered. "And as for the rest, I suppose she could buy

any of us up if she wanted to. Her interest in you is rather a curious one. No time to explain it now. She'll tell

Louise smiled as he paused before her. She was certainly exquisitely beautiful. Her dress, her carriage, her

delicate hands, even her voice, were all perfection. She gave him the tips of her fingers as Bellamy

"It is so kind of you," she said, "to come and speak to me. And indeed you will laugh when I tell you why I

"I am thankful, Mademoiselle," he replied, "for anything which procures me such a pleasure."

"Ah! you, too, are gallant," she said. "But indeed, then, I fear you will not be flattered when I tell you why I

was so interested. I read all your newspapers. I read of that terrible murder in Crooked Friars' Alley only a

"One of the reports," she continued, "says that the man was a foreigner. The maker's name upon his clothes

was Austrian. I, too, come from that part of Europe if not from Austria, from a country very near and I

am always interested in my countrypeople. A few moments ago I asked my friend Mr. Bellamy, 'Where is

this Crooked Friars' Alley?' Just then he bowed to you, and he answered me, 'It is in the city. It is within a

yard or two of the offices of the gentleman to whom I just have said goodevening.' So I looked across at you

"It was a terrible affair," he admitted, "and, as Mr. Bellamy has told you, it occurred within a few steps of my

"Ah!" she went on, shaking her head, "your police, I am afraid they are not very clever. It is too bad, but I am

afraid that it is so. Tell me, Mr. Laverick, is this, then, a very lonely spot where your offices are?"

"Not at all," Laverick replied. "On the contrary, in the daytime it might be called the heart of the city of the

moneymaking part of the city, at any rate. Only this thing, you see, seems to have taken place very late at

"Most of them," Laverick answered. "Mine, as it happened, was open late that night. I passed the spot within

"But that is terrible!" she declared, shaking her head. "Tell me, Mr. Laverick, if I drive to your office some

"If you are in earnest, Mademoiselle, I will certainly do so, but there is nothing there. It is just a passage."

"You give me your address," she insisted, "and I think that I will come. You are a stockbroker, Mr. Bellamy

tells me. Well, sometimes I have a good deal of money to invest. I come to you and you will give me your

Laverick found one and scribbled his city address upon it. She thanked him and once more held out the tips of

"Well," he asked,. as Laverick returned, "are you, too, going to throw yourself beneath the car?"

"I do not think so," he answered. "Our acquaintance promises to be a business one. Mademoiselle spoke of

"Then you have kept your heart," he remarked. "Ah, well, you have every reason!"

He bowed to Zoe, nodded to Laverick, and returned to his place. Laverick looked after him a little

"He has some sort of a Government appointment," Laverick answered. "They say he is hopelessly in love

"Why not?" Zoe exclaimed. "He is nice. She must care for some one. Why do you pity him?"

"They say, too, that she has no more heart than a stone," Laverick continued, "and that never a man has had

even a kind word from her. She is very patriotic, and all the thoughts and love she has to spare from herself

"Ah!" she murmured, "I do not like to think of heartless women. Perhaps she is not so cruel, after all. To me

she seems only very, very sad. Tell me, Mr. Laverick, why did she send for you?"

Laverick, on the following morning, found many things to think about. He was accustomed to lunch always

at the same restaurant, within a few yards of his office, and with the same little company of friends. Just as he

was leaving, an outside broker whom he knew slightly came across the room to him.

"He has gone abroad for a few weeks. As a matter of fact, we shall be announcing a change in the firm

"Queer thing," the broker remarked. "I was in Liverpool yesterday, and I could have sworn that I saw him

hanging around the docks. I should never have doubted it, but Morrison was always so careful about his

appearance, and this fellow was such a seedylooking individual. I called out to him and he vanished like a

"It could scarcely have been Morrison," Laverick said. "He sailed several days ago for New York."

"That settles it," the man declared, passing on. "All the same, it was the most extraordinary likeness I ever

Laverick, on his way back, went into a cable office and wrote out a marconigram to the Lusitania,

"Mr. Shepherd is here waiting," his clerk told him, "queer looking fellow who paid you two hundred and

"A lady rang up name sounded like a French one, but we could none of us catch what it was to say that

"If it is Mademoiselle Idiale," Laverick directed, "I must see her directly she arrives. How are you,

Shepherd?" he added, nodding to the waiter as he passed towards his room. "Come in, will you? You've got

Mr. James Shepherd had the air of a man with whom prosperity had not wholly agreed. He was paler and

pastierlooking than ever, and his little green eyes seemed even more restless. His attire a long rough

overcoat over the livery of his profession scarcely enhanced the dignity of his appearance.

"Our bar is being watched," the man declared. "I don't think it's anything to do with the police. Seems to be a

sort of foreign gang. They're all round the place, morning, noon, and night. They've pumped everybody."

"There isn't very much," Laverick remarked slowly, "for them to find out except from you."

"They've found out something, anyway," Shepherd continued. "My junior waiter, unfortunately, who was

asleep in the sittingroom, told them he was sure there were customers in the place between ten and twelve

on Monday night, because they woke him up twice, talking. They're beginning to look at me a bit doubtful."

"I shouldn't worry," Laverick advised. "The inquest's on now and you haven't been called. I don't fancy you're

running any sort of risk. Any one may say they believe there were people in the, bar between those hours, but

there isn't any one who can contradict you outright. Besides, you haven't sworn to anything. You've simply

"It makes me a bit nervous, though," Shepherd remarked apologetically. "They're a regular keenlooking

"I shall come in for a drink presently myself," Laverick declared. "I should like to see them. I might get an

"Very good, sir. I'm sure I'm doing just as you suggested. I've said nothing about leaving, but I'm beginning

to grumble a bit at the work, so as to pave the way. It's a hard job, and no mistake. I had thirtynine chops

between one and halfpast, singlehanded, too, with only a boy to carry the bread and that, and no one to

serve the drinks unless they go to the counter for them. It's more than one man's work, Mr. Laverick."

"I shall look in for a few moments, for certain," Laverick answered. "If you get a chance you must point out

Jim Shepherd departed. There was a shouting of newspaper boys in the street outside. Laverick sent out for a

paper. The account of the inquest was brief enough, and there were no witnesses called except the men who

had found the dead body. The nature of the wounds was explained to the jury, also the impossibility of their

having been selfinflicted. In the absence of any police evidence or any identification, the discussion as to

the manner of the death was naturally limited. The jury contented themselves by bringing in a verdict of

"Wilful murder against some person or persons unknown." Laverick laid down the paper. The completion of

the inquest was at least the first definite step toward safety. The question now before him was what to do with

that twenty thousand pounds. He sat at his desk, looking into vacancy. After all, had he paid too great a price?

The millstone was gone from around his neck, something new and incomprehensible had crept into his life.

A clerk announcing Mademoiselle Idiale broke in upon his reflections. Laverick rose from his seat to greet

his visitor. She was wonderfully dressed, as usual, yet with the utmost simplicity, a white serge gown with

a large black hat, but a gown that seemed to have been moulded on to her slim, faultless figure. She brought

with her a musical rustle, a slight suggestion of subtle perfumes a perfume so thin and ethereal that it was

unrecognizable except in its faint suggestion of hothouse flowers. She held out her hand to Laverick, who

"You are very kind," said she. "I know that here in the city you are very busy making money all the time, so I

must not stay long. Will you buy me some stocks, some good safe stocks, which will bring me in at least

"No, I have no choice," Louise told him. "I bring with me a cheque, see, I give it to you, it is for six

thousand pounds. I would like to buy some stocks with this, and to know the names so that I may watch them

in the paper. I like to see whether they go up or down, but I do not wish to risk their going down too much. It

"Your money shall be spent in a few minutes, Mademoiselle," Laverick assured her, "and I think I can

promise you that for a week or two, at any rate, your stocks will go up. With regard to selling "

"I leave everything to you," she interrupted, "only let me know what you propose."

"It is good," she said. "Money is a wonderful thing. Without it one can do little. You have not forgotten, Mr.

He took her out into the street. Every clerk in the office forgot his manners and craned his neck. Outside,

Mademoiselle let fall her veil and passed unrecognized. Laverick showed her the entry.

"It was just there," he explained, "about half a dozen yards up on the left, that the body was found."

"Come and I will show you. On the left" as they passed along the flagged pavement "is St. Nicholas

Church and churchyard. On the right here there are just offices. The street in front of us is Henschell Street.

"And directly opposite," she asked, "that is a caf�, is it not, a restaurant, as you would call it?"

"And a meeting place, perhaps?" she inquired. "It would probably be a meeting place. One might leave there

"As a matter of fact," he declared, "I think that the evidence went to prove that there were no visitors in the

restaurant that night. You see, all these offices round here close at six or seven o'clock, and the whole

"Your English police, they do not know how to collect evidence. In the hands of Frenchmen, this mystery

would have been solved long before now. The guilty person would be in the hands of the law. As it is, I

"Well, we must give the police a chance, at any rate," answered Laverick. "They haven't had much time so

"No," she admitted, "they have not had much time. I wonder " She hesitated for a moment and did not

conclude her sentence. "Come," she exclaimed, with a little shiver, "let us go back to your office! This place

is not cheerful. All the time I think of that poor man. It does make me frightened."

Laverick escorted his visitor back to the electric brougham which was waiting before his door.

"A list of stocks purchased on your behalf will reach you by tonight's post," he promised her. "We shall do

"You are very kind, Mr. Laverick. I would like to see you again very soon. You have heard me sing in

"Tonight," she declared, "you must come to the Opera House. I leave a box for you at the door. Send me

round a note that you are there, and it is possible that I may see you. It is against the rules, but for me there

"You are doing something else?" she protested. "You were, perhaps, thinking of taking out again the little girl

"No, no!" she exclaimed, holding his hand tighter. "She is not for you that child. She is too young. She

knows nothing. Better to leave her alone. She is not for a man of the world like you. Soon she would cease to

amuse you. You would be dull and she would still care. Oh, there is so much tragedy in these things, Mr.

Laverick so much tragedy for the woman! It is she always who suffers. You will take my advice. You will

"I am afraid," said he, "that I cannot promise that so quickly. You see, I have not known her long, but she has

very few friends and I think that she would miss me. Perhaps," he added, after a second's pause, "I care for

"It is not for you," she answered scornfully, "to care too much. An Englishman, he cares never enough. A

woman to him is something amusing, his companion for a little of his spare time, something to be pleased

about, to show off to his friends, to share, even, the passion of the moment. But an Englishman he does not

care too much. He never cares enough. He does not know what it is to care enough."

"Mademoiselle, there may be truth in what you say, and again there may not. We have the name, I know, of

"Oh, how I do hate that word!" she exclaimed. "Who is there, indeed, who wishes that you would be faithful?

How much we poor women do suffer from that! Why can you never understand that a woman would be cared

for very, very much, with all the strength and all the passion you can conceive, but let it not last for too long.

It gets weary. It gets stale. It is as you say, the Englishman he cares very little, perhaps, but he cares

always; and the woman, if she be an artiste and a woman, she tires. But good afternoon, Mr. Laverick! I must

not keep you here on the pavement talking of these frivolous matters. You come tonight?"

"You are very kind," Laverick said. "If I may come until eleven o'clock, it would give me the greatest

"As you will," she declared. "We shall see. I expect you, then. You ask for your box."

Laverick reentered his office, pausing for a minute to give his clerk instructions for the purchase of stocks

for Mademoiselle Idiale. He had scarcely reached his own room when he was told that Mr. James Shepherd

wished to speak to him for a moment upon the telephone. He took up the receiver.

"You were outside the restaurant here a few minutes ago," Shepherd continued. "You had with you a lady a

"One of the two men who watch always here was reading the paper in the window," Shepherd went on

hoarsely. "He saw her with you and I heard him mutter something as though he had received a shock. He

dropped his glass and his paper. He watched you every second of the time you were there until you had

"Nothing else," was the reply. "I thought you might like to know this, sir. The man recognized the lady right

"It seems queer," Laverick admitted. "Thank you for ringing me up, Shepherd. Good morning!"

Laverick leaned back in his chair. There was no doubt whatever now in his mind but that Mademoiselle

Idiale, for some reason or other, was interested in this crime. Her wish to see the place, her introduction to

him last night and her purchase of stocks, were all part of a scheme. He was suddenly and absolutely

convinced of it. As friend or foe, she was very certainly about to take her place amongst the few people over

Louise left her brougham in Piccadilly and walked across the Green Park. Bellamy, who was waiting, rose up

from a seat, hat in hand. She took his arm in foreign fashion. They walked together towards Buckingham

"My dear David," she said, "the man perplexes me. To look at him, to hear him speak, one would swear that

he was honest. He has just those clear blue eyes and the stolid face, half stupid and half splendid, of your

athletic Englishman. One would imagine him doing a foolishly honorable thing, but he is not my conception

"I even gave him an opening," she said. "Of flirtation he has no more idea than the average stupid

"I can't believe," he said, "that there is the least doubt but that he has the money and the portfolio. I have

made one or two other inquiries, and I find that his firm was in very low water indeed only a week ago. They

were spoken of, in fact, as being hopelessly insolvent. No one can imagine how they tided over the crisis."

"He makes no mistakes," Bellamy assured her. "He saw Laverick enter that passage and come out.

Afterwards he went back to his office, although he had closed up there and had been on his homeward way.

"Why do you not go to him openly?" she suggested. "He is, after all, an Englishman, and when you tell him

what you know he will be very much in your power. Tell him of the value of that document. Tell him that

"It could be done," Bellamy admitted. "I think that one of us must talk plainly to him. Listen, Louise, are

"See what you can do," he begged. "I would rather keep away from him myself, if I can. Have you heard

"Nothing directly," she replied, "but my rooms have been searched even my dressingroom at the Opera

House. That man's spies are simply wonderful. He seems able to plant them everywhere. And, David! "

"It is so difficult," she murmured, in a perplexed tone. "The man has all my affairs in his hands. Up till now,

She sank on to a seat and Bellamy sat by her side. In full view of them was Buckingham Palace with its flag

"Today," she declared, "I seem to have lost confidence. I seem to feel the sense of impending calamity, to

hear the guns as I walk, to see the terror fall upon the faces of all these great crowds who throng your streets.

They are a stolid, unbelieving people these. The blow, when it comes, will be the harder."

"You are right," he said. "When one comes to think of it, it is amazing. How long the prophets of woe have

preached, and how completely their teachings have been ignored! The invasion bogey has been so long

among us that it has become nothing but a jest. Even I, in a way, am one of the unbelievers."

"I am," he affirmed. "I think that if we could read that document we should see that there is no plan there for

the immediate invasion of England. I think you would find that the blow would be struck simultaneously at

our Colonies. We should either have to submit or send a considerable fleet away from home waters. Then, I

presume, the question of invasion would come again. All the time, of course, the gage would be flung down,

treaties would be defied, we should be scorned as though we were a nation of weaklings. Austria would

"It is the most terrible thing which has happened in history," she said, "this decadence of your country. Once

England held the scales of justice for the world. Now she is no longer strong enough, and there is none to take

her place. David, even if you know what that document contains, even then will it help very much?"

"Very much indeed. Don't you see that there is one hope left to us one hope and that is Russia? The Czar

must be made to withdraw from that compact. We want to know his share in it. When we know that, there

will be a secret mission sent to Russia. Germany and Austria are strong, but they are not all the world. With

Russia behind and France and England westward, the struggle is at least an equal one. They have to face both

directions, they have to face two great armies working from the east and from the west."

She nodded, and they sat there in silence for several moments. Bellamy was thinking deeply.

"You say, Louise," he asked, looking up quickly, "that your rooms have been searched. When was this?"

"At any rate," he said, "Streuss has no idea that the document is not in our possession. He knows nothing

about Laverick. How are we going to deal with him, Louise, when he comes for his answer?"

"There is only one thing to be done," Bellamy declared. "I shall say that we have already handed over the

document to the English Government. It will be a bluff, pure and simple. He may believe it or he may not."

"I shall call myself justified," he continued. "He has attempted to rob us of the document. You are sure of

"That will be sufficient," Bellamy decided. "If Streuss comes to me, I shall meet him frankly. I shall tell him

that he has tried to play the burglar and that it must be war. I shall tell him that the compact is in the hands of

"Of course, you understand," he added, "there is one thing we can do, and one thing only. We must send a

mission to Russia and another to France, and before the German fleet can pass down the North Sea we must

declare war. It is the only thing left to us a bold front. Without that packet we have no casus belli. With it,

we can strike, and strike hard. I still believe that if we declare war within seven days, we shall save

Streuss and Kahn looked, too, across the panorama of London, across the dingy Adelphi Gardens, the turbid

Thames, the smokehung world beyond. They were together in Streuss's sittingroom on the seventh floor of

"Our enterprise is a failure!" Kahn exclaimed gloomily. "We cannot doubt it any longer. I think, Streuss, that

the best course you and I could adopt would be to realize it and to get back. We do no good here. We only

The face of the other man was dark with anger. His tone, when he spoke, shook with passion.

"You don't know what you say, Kahn!" he cried hoarsely. "I tell you that we must succeed. If that document

reaches the hands of any one in authority here, it would be the worst disaster which has fallen upon our

country since you or I were born. You don't understand, Kahn! You keep your eyes closed!"

"What men can do we have done," the other answered. "Von Behrling played us false. He has died a traitor's

death, but it is very certain that he parted with his document before he received that twenty thousand pounds."

"Once and for all, I do not believe it!" Streuss declared. "At midday, I can swear to it that the contents of

that envelope were unknown to the Ministers of the King here. Now if Von Behrling had parted with that

document last Monday night, don't you suppose that everything would be known by now? He did not part

with it. Bellamy and Mademoiselle lie when they say that they possess it. That document remains in the

"It is outside our sphere that. What can we do against the police of this country working in their own land?"

Streuss struck the table before which they were standing. The veins in his temples were like whipcord.

"Adolf," he muttered, "you talk like a fool! Can't you see what it means? If that document reaches its

"They will know our plans, of course," Kahn answered. "They will have time to make preparation."

"Worse than that!" he exclaimed. "They are not all fools, these English statesmen, though one would think so

to read their speeches. Can't you see what the result would be if that document reaches Downing Street? War

at a moment's notice, war six months too soon! Don't you know that every shipbuilding yard in Germany is

working night and day? Don't you know that every nerve is being strained, that the muscles of the country are

hammering the rivets into our new battleships? There is but one chance for this country, and if her statesmen

read that document they will know what it is. It is open to them to destroy the German navy utterly, to render

"They would never have the courage," Kahn declared. "They might make a show of defending themselves if

"There is one man who has wit enough to do it," Streuss said. "He may not be in the Cabinet, but he

commands it. Kahn, wake up, man! You and I together have never known what failure means. I tell you that

that document is still to be bought or fought for, and we must find it. This morning Mademoiselle drove into

the city and called at the offices of a stockbroker within a dozen yards of Crooked Friars' Alley. She was

there a long time. The stockbroker himself came out with her into the street, took her to see the entry, stood

with her there and returned. What was her interest in him, Kahn? His name is Laverick. Four days ago he was

on the brink of ruin. To the amazement of every one, he met all his engagements. Why did Mademoiselle go

to the city to see him? He was at his office late that Tuesday night. He had a partner who has disappeared."

"And more," Streuss declared. "For twentyfour hours, this man Laverick has not moved without my spies at

"Why not approach him boldly?" Kahn suggested. "If he has the document, let us outbid Mademoiselle

"You don't know the man. He is an Englishman, and if he had any idea what that document contained, our

chances of buying it would be small indeed. This is what I think will happen. Mademoiselle will try to obtain

it, and try in vain. Then Bellamy will tell him the truth, and he will part with it willingly. In the meantime, I

"What if it is!" Streuss exclaimed. "If it is only a hundred to one chance, we have to take it. I have no fancy

for disgrace, Adolf, and I know very well what will happen if we go back emptyhanded."

The telephone bell rang. Streuss took off the receiver and held it to his ear. The words which he spoke were

few, but when he laid the instrument down there was a certain amount of satisfaction in his face.

"At any rate," he announced, "this man Laverick did not part with the document today. Mademoiselle

Louise and Bellamy have been sitting in the Park for an hour. When they separated, she drove home and

dropped him at his club. Up till now, then, they have not the document. We shall see what Mr. Laverick does

when he leaves business this evening; if he goes straight home, either the document has never been in his

possession, or else it is in the safe in his office; if he goes to Mademoiselle Idiale's "

"If he goes to Mademoiselle Idiale's," Streuss repeated slowly, "there is still a chance for us!"

Laverick, in presenting his card at the box office at Covent Garden that evening, did so without the slightest

misconception of the reasons which had prompted Mademoiselle Idiale to beg him to become her guest. It

was sheer curiosity which prompted him to pursue this adventure. He was perfectly convinced that personally

he had no interest for her. In some way or other he had become connected in her mind with the murder which

had taken place within a few yards of his office, and in some other equally mysterious manner that murder

had become a subject of interest to her. Either that, or this was one of the whims of a spoiled and

He found an excellent box reserved for him, and a measure of courtesy from the attendants not often

vouchsafed to an ordinary visitor. The opera was Samson and Delilah, and even before her wonderful voice

thrilled the house, it seemed to Laverick that no person more lovely than the woman he had come to see had

ever moved upon any stage. It appeared impossible that movement so graceful and passionate should remain

so absolutely effortless. There seemed to be some strange power inside the woman. Surely her will guided her

feet! The necessity for physical effort never once appeared. Notwithstanding the slight prejudice which he

had felt against her, it was impossible to keep his admiration altogether in check. The fascination of her

wonderful presence, and then her glorious voice, moved him with the rest of the audience. He clapped as the

others did at the end of the first act, and he leaned forward just as eagerly to catch a glimpse of her when she

reappeared and stood there with that marvelous smile upon her lips, accepting with faint, deprecating

Just before the curtain rose upon the second act, there was a knock at his box door. One of the attendants

ushered in a short man of somewhat remarkable personality. He was barely five feet in height, and an

extremely fat neck and a corpulent body gave him almost the appearance of a hunchback. He had black,

beady eyes, a black moustache fiercely turned up, and sallow skin. His white gloves had curious stitchings on

the back not common in England, and his silk hat, exceedingly glossy, had wider brims than are usually

Laverick half rose, but the little man spread out one hand and commenced to speak. His accent was foreign,

"My dear sir," he began, "I owe you many apologies. It was Mademoiselle Idiale's wish that I should make

your acquaintance. My name is Lassen. I have the fortune to be Mademoiselle's business manager.

Mr. Lassen thereupon hung his hat upon a peg, removed his overcoat, straightened his white tie with the aid

of a lookingglass, brushed back his glossy black hair with the palms of his hands, and took the seat opposite

"It is like Mademoiselle Idiale herself," Laverick answered. "It is above criticism."

"She is," Mr. Lassen said firmly, "the loveliest woman in Europe and her voice is the most wonderful. It is a

great combination, this. I myself have managed for many stars, I have brought to England most of those

whose names are known during the last ten years; but there has never been another Louise Idiale, never will

She has wonderful qualities, too," continued Mr. Lassen. "Your acquaintance with her, I believe, sir, is of the

"That is so," Laverick answered, a little coldly. He was not particularly taken with his visitor.

"Mademoiselle has spoken to me of you," the latter proceeded. "She desired that I should pay my respects

"It is very kind of you," Laverick answered. "As a matter of fact, it is exceedingly kind, also, of

Mademoiselle Idiale to insist upon my coming here tonight. She did me the honor, as you may know, of

"So she did tell me," Mr. Lassen declared. "Mademoiselle is a great woman of business. Most of her

investments she controls herself. She has whims, however, and it never does to contradict her. She has also,

Laverick had reached that stage when he felt indisposed to discuss Mademoiselle any longer with a stranger,

even though that stranger should be her manager. He nodded and took up his programme. As he did so, the

curtain rang up upon the next act. Laverick turned deliberately towards the stage. The little man had paid his

respects, as he put it. Laverick felt disinclined for further conversation with him. Yet, though his head was

turned, he knew very well that his companion's eyes were fixed upon him. He had an uncomfortable sense

that he was an object of more than ordinary interest to this visitor, that he had come for some specific object

"You will like to go round and see Mademoiselle," the latter remarked, some time afterwards.

"But, my dear sir, she expects to see you," Mr. Lassen protested. "You are here at her invitation. It is usual, I

"Mademoiselle Idiale will perhaps excuse me," Laverick said. "I have an engagement immediately after the

His companion muttered something which Laverick could not catch, and made some excuse to leave the box

a few minutes later. When he returned, he carried a little, note which he presented to Laverick with an air of

I wish to see you after the performance. If you cannot come round or escort me yourself, will you come later

to the restaurant of Luigi, where, as always, I shall sup. Do not fail. Louise Idiale.

Laverick placed the note in his waistcoat pocket without immediate remark. Later on he turned to his

"Will you tell Mademoiselle Idiale," he said, "that I will do myself the honor of coming to her at Luigi's

"I will go and tell Mademoiselle. For some reason or other she seemed particularly desirous of seeing you

this evening. She has her whims, and those who have most to do with her, like myself, find it well to keep

them gratified. If I do not see you again, sir, permit me to wish you good evening."

He disappeared with several bows of his pudgy little person, and Laverick was left with another puzzle to

solve. He was not in the least conceited, and he did not for a moment misinterpret this woman's interest in

him. Her invitation, he knew very well, was one which half London would have coveted. Yet it meant

nothing personal, he was sure of that. It simply meant that for some mysterious reason, the same reason

At a few minutes before eleven Laverick left the place and drove to the stagedoor of the Universal Theatre.

Zoe came out among the first and paused upon the threshold, looking up and down the street eagerly. When

"Oh, how nice of you!" she exclaimed, stepping at once into his taxicab. "You don't know how different it

feels to hope that there is some one waiting for you and then to find your hope come true. Tonight I was not

sure. You had said nothing about it, and yet I could not help believing that you would be here."

"I was hoping," he said, "that we might have another supper together. Unfortunately, I have an engagement."

"It is rather an odd thing," he declared. "You remember that woman at Luigi's last night Mademoiselle

"She came to my office today and gave me six thousand pounds to invest for her. She made me take her out

and show her where the murder was committed, and asked a great many questions about it. Then she insisted

that I should go and hear her sing this evening, and I find that I was expected to take her on to supper

afterwards. I excused myself for a little while, but I have promised to go to Luigi's, where she will be."

"The last two nights you have spoiled me," she said. "I have so many evil thoughts and I am afraid to go

"No, you must take me home, please," said she. "It was selfish of me. Only Mademoiselle Idiale is such a

"Of course not," he laughed. "Come, I will make an engagement with you. We will have supper together

"I wonder," she asked timidly, a few minutes afterwards, "have you heard anything from Arthur? He

Laverick shook his head. He said nothing about the marconigram he had sent, or the answer which he had

received informing him that there was no such person on board. It seemed scarcely worth while to worry her.

"I have heard nothing," he replied. "Of course, he must be halfway to America by now."

"No more than the usual ones from his friends, and a few creditors. The latter I am paying as they come. But

there is one thing you ought to do with me. I think we ought to go to his rooms and lock up his papers and

"I am so busy just now that I am afraid I can spare no time until Monday afternoon. Would you go with me

"Of course... My time is my own. We have no matinee, and I have nothing to do except in the evening."

They had reached her home. It looked very dark and very uninviting. She shivered as she took her latchkey

"Come in with me, please, while I light the gas," she begged. "It looks so dreary, doesn't it?"

"You ought to have some one with you," he declared, "especially in a part like this."

He stood in the passage while she felt for a box of matches and lit the gas jet. In the parlor there was a bowl

"Thank you so much," she said. "Now I am going to make up the fire and read for a short time. I hope that

"I can promise you," he answered, "that I shall enjoy it no more than last night's or tomorrow night's."

"Poor little me!" she exclaimed. "It is not fair to have to compete with Mademoiselle Idiale. Good night!"

"Would you like me," he asked hesitatingly, "supposing I get away early would you like me to come in and

"I shall stay here until three o'clock," she declared, "until four, even. You must come. Remember, you must

"But I might fall asleep," she answered. "I am afraid. If you have the key, I am sure that you will come."

Laverick walked into Luigi's Restaurant at about a quarter to twelve, and found the place crowded with many

little supperparties on their way to a fancy dress ball. The demand for tables was far in excess of the supply,

but he had scarcely shown himself before the head maitre d'hotel came hurrying up.

"Mademoiselle Idiale is waiting for you, sir," he announced at once. "Will you be so good as to come this

Laverick followed him. She was sitting at the same table as last night, but she was alone, and it was laid, he

"You have treated me," she said, as she held out her fingers, "to a new sensation. I have waited for you alone

"You do me too much honor," Laverick declared, seating himself and taking up the carte.

"Then, too," she continued, "I sup alone with you. That is what I seldom do with any man. Not that I care for

the appearance," she added, with a contemptuous wave of the hand. "Nothing troubles me less. It is simply

that one man alone wearies me. Almost always he will make love, and that I do not like. You, Mr. Laverick, I

"Any intentions I may have had," Laverick remarked, with a sigh, "I forthwith banish. You ask a hard task of

"Not of you, I fancy, Mr. Laverick," she said. "I do not think that you are one of those who make love to

"To tell you the truth," Laverick admitted, "I find it hard to make love to any one. I often feel the most

profound admiration for individual members of your sex, but to express one's self is difficult sometimes it

"Impossible!" Laverick asserted firmly. "I have been your guest at the Opera. You at least owe me the honor

"I sup with you, then, another night," she insisted. "No," she continued, "If you are going to look like that, I

take it back. I sup with you tonight. This is an ill omen for our future acquaintance. I have given in to you

Laverick took the bottle from the icepail by his side, but the sommelier darted forward and served them.

"I drink to our better understanding of one another, Mr. Laverick," she said, raising her glass, "and, if you

would like a double toast, I drink also to the early gratification of the curiosity which is consuming you."

"Yes! You are wondering all the time why it is that I chose last night to send and have you presented to me,

why I came to your office in the city today with the excuse of investing money with you, why I invited you

to the Opera tonight, why I commanded you to supper here and am supping with you alone. Now confess

"I knew it quite well. You are not conceited. You do not believe, as so many men would, that I have fallen in

love with you. You think that there must be some object, and you ask yourself all the time, 'What is it?' in

Her voice had fallen almost to a whisper. She looked at him with a suggestion of stealthiness from under her

eyelids, a look which only needed the slightest softening of her face to have made it something almost

"It was about the murder. You seemed interested in the fact that my office was within a few yards of the

"Quite right," she admitted. "I see that your memory is very good. There, then, Mr. Laverick, you have the

Laverick drank his wine slowly. The woman knew! Impossible! Her eyes were watching his face, but he held

"Frankly," he said, "I do not understand. Your interest in me arises from the fact that my offices are near the

"An acquaintance of yours!" Laverick exclaimed. "Why, he has not been identified. No one knows who he

"Mr. Laverick," she murmured, "the newspapers do not tell you everything. I repeat that the murdered man

was an acquaintance of mine. Only three days ago I traveled part of the way from Vienna with him."

"Perhaps I could," she answered. "I can tell you one thing, at any rate, Mr. Laverick, if it is news to you. At

the time when he was murdered, he was carrying a very large sum of money with him. This is a fact which

Once again Laverick was thankful for those nerves of his. He sat quite still. His face exhibited nothing more

"I wonder," she said, after a moment of hesitation, "whether I am telling you too much."

"I reciprocate!" he exclaimed. "But what can I do? What do I know of these things?"

She stretched out her hand lazily, and drew towards her a wonderful gold purse set with emeralds. Carefully

opening it, she drew from the interior a small flat pocketbook, also of gold, with a great uncut emerald set

into its centre. This, too, she opened, and drew out several sheets of foreign notepaper pinned together at the

top. These she glanced through until she came to the third or fourth. Then she bent it down and passed it

"You may read that," she said. "It is part of a report which I have had in my pos session since Wednesday

Laverick drew the sheet towards him and read, in thin, angular characters, very distinct and plain:

Some ten minutes after the assault, a policeman passed down the street but did not glance toward the passage.

The next person to appear was a gentleman who left some offices on the same side as the passage, and

walked down evidently on his homeward way. He glanced up the passage and saw the body lying there. He

disappeared for a moment and struck a match. A minute afterwards he emerged from the passage, looked up

and down the street, and finding it empty returned to the office from which he had issued, let himself in with

his latchkey, and closed the door behind him. He was there for about ten minutes. When he reappeared, he

walked quickly down the street and for obvious reasons I was unable to follow him.

The address of the offices which he left and reentered was Messrs. Laverick Morrison, Stockbrokers.

"It interests me very much," he answered. "Who was this unseen person who wrote from the clouds?"

"I may not tell you all my secrets, Mr. Laverick," she declared. "What have you done with that twenty

Laverick helped himself to champagne. He listened for a moment to the music, and looked into the wonderful

eyes which shone from that beautiful face a few feet away. Her lips were slightly parted, her forehead

wrinkled. There was nothing of the accuser in her countenance; a gentle irony was its most poignant

"It might seem so," she answered. "Sometimes I think that all the time we live two lives, the life of which

the world sees the outside, and the life inside of which no one save ourselves knows anything at all. Look, for

instance, at all these people these chorus girls and young men about town the older ones, too all hungry

for pleasure, all drinking at the cup of life as though they had indeed but today and tomorrow in which to

live and enjoy. Have they no shadows, too, no secrets? They seem so harmless, yet if the great white truth

shone down, might one not find a murderer there, a dying man who knew his terrible secret, yonder a Croesus

on the verge of bankruptcy, a strong man playing with dishonor? But those are the things of the other world

which we do not see. The men look at us tonight and they envy you because you are with me. The women

envy me more because I have emeralds upon my neck and shoulders for which they would give their souls,

and a fame throughout Europe which would turn their foolish heads in a very few minutes. But they do not

know. There are the shadows across my path, and I think that there are the shadows across yours. What do

He looked at her, curiously moved. Now at last he began to believe that it was true what they said of her, that

she was indeed a marvelous woman. She had a fame which would have contented nine hundred and

ninetynine women out of a thousand. She had beauty, and, more wonderful still, the grace, the fascination

which are irresistible. She had but to lift a finger and there were few who would not kneel to do her bidding.

And yet, behind it all there were other things in her life. Had she sought them, or had they come to her?

"You are one of those wise people, Mr. Laverick," she said, "who realize the danger of words. You believe in

"What is there for me to admit? Do you want to know whether I am the man who left those offices, who

"With a pocketbook containing twenty thousand pounds," she murmured across the flowers.

"I am not like you," she replied. "I have talked a great deal and I have reached the limit of the things which I

"But where are we?" he asked. "Are you seriously accusing me of having robbed this murdered man?"

"Be thankful," she declared, "that I am not accusing you of having murdered him."

"But seriously," he insisted, "am I on my defence have I to account for my movements that night as against

the written word of your mysterious informant? Is it you who are charging me with being a thief? Is it to you

"No," she answered. "I have said almost my last word to you upon this subject. All that I have to ask of you is

this. If that pocketbook is in your possession, empty it first of its contents, then go over it carefully with

your fingers and see if there is not a secret pocket. If you discover that, I think that you will find in it a sealed

"It is after hours," Mademoiselle Idiale said, "but Luigi does not wish to disturb us. Still, perhaps we had

They passed down the room. To Laverick it was all like a dream the laughing crowd, the flushed men and

brighteyed women, the lowered lights, the air of voluptuousness which somehow seemed to have enfolded

the place. In the hall her maid came up. A small motorbrougham, with two servants on the box, was

"Our supperparty, I think, Mr. Laverick," she said, "has been quite a success. We shall before long, I hope,

He handed her into the carriage. Her maid walked with them. The footman stood erect by his side. There

were no further words to be spoken. A little crowd in the doorway envied him as he stood bareheaded upon

It was, in its way, a pathetic sight upon which Laverick gazed when he stole into that shabby little

sittingroom. Zoe had fallen asleep in a small, uncomfortable easychair with its back to the window. Her

supper of bread and milk was half finished, her hat lay upon the table. A book was upon her lap as though she

had started to read only to find it slip through her fingers. He stood with his elbow upon the mantelpiece,

looking down at her. Her eyelashes, long and silky, were more beautiful than ever now that her eyes were

closed. Her complexion, pale though she was, seemed more the creamy pallor of some southern race than the

whiteness of illhealth. The bodice of her dress was open a few inches at the neck, showing the faint white

smoothness of her flawless skin. Not even her shabby shoes could conceal the perfect shape of her feet and

ankles. Once more he remembered his first simile, his first thought of her. She seemed, indeed, like some

dainty statuette, uncouthly clad, who had strayed from a world of her own upon rough days and found herself

illequipped indeed for the struggle. His heart grew hot with anger against Morrison as he stood and watched

her. Supposing she had been different! It would have been his fault, leaving her alone to battle her way

He had muttered the word half aloud and she suddenly opened her eyes. At first she seemed bewildered. Then

"A most unnecessary statement," he answered, smiling. "I have been standing looking at you for five minutes

"How fortunate that I gave you the key!" she declared. "I don't suppose I should ever have heard you. Now

"They tell strange stories about her," she said; "but oh, she is so beautiful! If I were a man, I should fall in

"Why should I be?" he laughed. "She is like a wonderful picture, a marvelous statue, if you will. Everything

about her is faultless. But one looks at these things calmly enough, you know. It is life which stirs life."

"You see," she said, "you are my first admirer, and I haven't the least desire to let you go."

"But it is true," she answered earnestly. "You would not have me talk to these boys who come and hang on at

the stagedoor. The men to whom I have been introduced by the other girls have been very few, and they

have not been very nice, and they have not cared for me and I have not cared for them. I think," she said,

disconsolately, "I am too small. Every one today seems to like big women. Cora Sinclair, who is just behind

me in the chorus, gets bouquets every night, and simply chooses with whom she should go out to supper."

"Miss Zoe," he said, "I have come because you told me to, just to prove, you see, that I am not in the toils of

Mademoiselle Idiale. But do you know that it is half past one? I must not stay here any longer."

"You are right," she admitted, "but it is so lonely. I have never been here without May and her mother. I have

never slept alone in the house before the other night. If I had known that they were going away, I should

"It is too bad," he declared. "Couldn't you get one of the other girls to stay with you?"

"There are one or two whom I would like to have," she said, "but they are all living either at home or with

relatives. The others I am afraid about. They seem to like to sit up so late and "

"You are quite right," he interrupted hastily, "quite right. You are better alone. But you ought to have a

"On two pounds fifteen a week?" she asked. "You must remember that I could not even live here, only I have

"Miss Zoe," he said, "I am perfectly serious when I tell you that I have money which should go to your

brother. Why will you not let me alter your arrangements just a little ? I cannot bear to think of you here all

"It is very kind of you," she answered doubtfully; "but please, no. Somehow, I think that it would spoil

everything if I accepted that sort of help from you. If you have any money of Arthur's, keep it for a time and I

think when you write him I do not want to seem grasping but I think if he has any to spare you might

suggest that he does give me just a little. I have never had anything from him at all. Perhaps he does not quite

"I will do that, of course," Laverick answered, "but I wish you would let me at least pay over a little of what I

consider due to you. I will take the responsibility for it. It will come from him and not from me."

"I would rather wait," she said. "If you really want to give me something, I will let you out of my brother's

money, of course, I mean," she added. "I haven't anything saved at all, or I wouldn't have that. But one day

you shall take me out and buy me a dress and hat. You can tell Arthur directly you write to him. I don't mind

that, for sometimes I do feel ashamed I did the other night to have you sit with me there, and to feel that I

"I don't think men notice those things. To me you seemed just as you should seem. I only know that I was

"Of course I was. Now I am going, but before I go, don't forget Monday afternoon. We'll have lunch and then

They stood hand in hand for a moment. A strange silence seemed to have fallen upon the streets. Laverick

was suddenly conscious of something which he had never felt when Mademoiselle Idiale had smiled upon

him a quickening of the pulses, a sense of gathering excitement which almost took his breath away. His

eyes were fixed upon hers, and he seemed to see the reflection of that same wave of feeling in her own

expressive face. Her lips trembled, her eyes were deeper and softer than ever. They seemed to be asking him

a question, asking and asking till every fibre of his body was concentrated in the desperate effort with, which

"Is it so very late?" she whispered, coming just a little closer, so that she was indeed almost within the shelter

"Much too late for me to stay here, child," he said, and his voice even to himself sounded hard and unnatural.

"Run along to bed. Tomorrow night tomorrow night, then, I will fetch you. Goodbye!"

He let himself out. He did not even look behind to the spot where he had left her. He closed the front door

and walked with swift, almost savage footsteps down the quiet Street, across the Square, and into New

Oxford Street. Here he seemed to breathe more freely. He called a hansom and drove to his rooms.

The hallporter had left his post in the front hall, and there was no one to inform Laverick that a visitor was

awaiting him. When he entered his sittingroom, however, he gave a little start of surprise. Mr. James

Shepherd was reclining in his easychair with his hands upon his knees Mr. James Shepherd with his face

more pasty even than usual, his eyes a trifle greener, his whole demeanor one of unconcealed and unaffected

"Hullo!" Laverick exclaimed. "What the dickens what do you want here, Shepherd?"

"Upon my word, sir, I'm not sure that I know," the man replied, "but I'm scared. I've brought you back the

certificates of them shares. I want you to keep them for me. I'm terrified lest they come and search my room.

I am, I tell you fair. I'm terrified to order a pint of beer for myself. They're watching me all the time."

"Lord knows who;" Shepherd answered, "but there's two of them at it. I told you about them as asked

questions, and I thought there we'd done and finished with it. Not a bit of it ! There was another one there this

afternoon, said he was a journalist, making sketches of the passage and asking me no end of questions. He

wasn't no journalist, I'll swear to that. I asked him about his paper. 'Halfadozen,' he declared. 'They're all

glad to have what I send them.' Journalist! Lord knows who the other chap was and what he was asking

questions for, but this one was a 'tec, straight. Joe Forman, he was in today looking after my place, for I'd

given a month's notice, and he says to me, "You see that big chap?' meaning him as had been asking me the

questions and I says "Yes!' and he says, 'That's a 'tee. I've seed him in a police court, giving evidence.' I

"Come, come!" said Laverick. "There's no need for you to be feeling like this about it. All that you've done is

not to have remembered those two customers who were in your restaurant late one night. There's nothing

"There's something criminal in having two hundred and fifty pounds' worth of shares in one's pocket

something suspicious, anyway," Shepherd declared, plumping them down on the table. "I ain't giving you

these back, mind, but you must keep 'em for me. I wish I'd never given notice. I think I'll ask the boss to keep

"Why do you suppose that this man is particularly interested in you?" Laverick inquired.

"Ain't I told you?" Shepherd exclaimed, sitting up. "Why, he's been to my place down in 'Ammersmith,

asking questions about me. My landlady swears he didn't go into my room, but who can tell whether he did or

not? Those sort of chaps can get in anywhere. Then I went out for a bit of an airing after the one o'clock rush

was over today, and I'm danged if he wasn't at my 'eels. I seed him coming round by Liverpool Street just as

"If there is anything in this Story, Shepherd," he said, "if you are really being followed, what a thundering

fool you were to come here! All the world knows that Arthur Morrison was my partner."

"I couldn't help it, sir," the man declared. "I couldn't, indeed. I was so scared, I felt I must speak about it to

some one. And then there were these shares. There was nowhere I could keep 'em safe."

"Look here," Laverick went on, "you're alarming yourself about nothing. In any case, there is only one thing

for you to do. Pull yourself together and put a bold face upon it. I'll keep these certificates for you, and when

you want some money you can come to me for it. Go back to your place, and if your master is willing to keep

you on perhaps it would be a good thing to stay there for another month or so. But don't let any one see that

you're frightened. Remember, there's nothing that you can get into trouble for. No one's obliged to answer

such questions as you've been asked, except in a court and under oath. Stick to your story, and if you take my

advice," Laverick added, glancing at his visitor's shaking fingers, "you will keep away from the drink."

"It's little enough I've had, sir," Shepherd assured him. "A drop now and then just to keep up one's spirits

"Make it as little as possible," Laverick said. "Remember, I'm back of you, I'll see that you get into no

trouble. And don't come here again. Come to my office, if you like there's nothing in that but don't come

"I understand, sir. I'm sorry to have troubled you, but the sight of that man following me about fairly gave me

"Come into the office as often as you like, in reason, Laverick said, showing him out, "but not here again.

"Nothing," replied Laverick. "If the police have found out anything at all, they will keep it until after the

"And you've heard. nothing, sir," Shepherd asked, speaking in a hoarse whisper, "of Mr. Morrison?"

On the following morning, Laverick surprised his office cleaner and one errandboy by appearing at about a

quarter to nine. He found a woman busy brushing out his room and a man Cleaning the windows. They stared

"You can leave the office just as it is, if you please," he told them. "I have a few things to attend to at once."

He was accordingly left alone. He had reckoned upon this as being the one period during the day when he

could rely upon not being disturbed. Nevertheless, he locked the door so as to be secure against any possible

intruder. Then he went to his safe, unlocked it, and drew from its secret drawer the worn brownleather

First of all he took out the notes and laid them upon the table. Then he felt the pocketbook all over and his

heart gave a little leap. It was true what Mademoiselle Idiale had told him. On one side there was distinctly a

rustling as of paper. He opened the case quite flat and passed his fingers carefully over the lining. Very soon

he found the opening it was simply a matter of drawing down the stiff silk lining from underneath the

overlapping edge. Thrusting in his fingers, he drew out a long foreign envelope, securely sealed. Scarcely

stopping to glance at it, he rearranged the pocketbook, replaced the notes, and locked it up again. Then he

unbolted his door and sat down at his desk, with the document which he had discovered, on the pad in front

There was not much to be made of it. There was no address, but the black seal at the end bore the impression

of a foreign coat of arms, and a motto which to him was indecipherable. He held it up to the light, but the

outside sheet had not been written on, and he gained no idea as to its contents. He leaned back in his chair for

a moment, and looked at it. So this was the document which would probably reveal the secret of the murder

in Crooked Friars' Alley! This was the document which Mademoiselle Idiale considered of so much more

importance than the fortune represented by that packet of banknotes! What did it all mean? Was this man,

who had either expiated a crime or been the victim of a terrible vengeance, was he a politician, a dealer in

trade secrets, a member of a secret society, an informer? Or was he one of the underground criminals of the

world, one of those who crawl beneath the surface of known things a creature of the dark places? Perhaps

during those few minutes, when his brain was cool and active, with the great city awakening all around him,

Laverick realized more completely than ever before exactly how he stood. Without doubt he was walking on

the brink of a precipice. Four days ago there had been nothing for him but ruin. The means of salvation had

suddenly presented themselves in this startling and dramatic manner, and without hesitation he had embraced

them. What did it all amount to? How far was he guilty, and of what? Was he a thief? The law would

probably call him so. The law might have even more to say. It would say that by keeping his mouth closed as

to his adventure on that night he had ranged himself on the side of the criminals, he was guilty not only of

technical theft, but of a criminal knowledge of this terrible crime. Events had followed upon one another so

rapidly during these last few days that he had little enough time for reflection, little time to realize exactly

how he stood. The longexpected boom in" Unions," the coming of Zoe, the strange advances made to him

by Mademoiselle Idiale, her incomprehensible connection with this tragedy across which he had stumbled,

and her apparent knowledge of his share in it, these things were sufficient, indeed, to give him food for

thought. Laverick was not by nature a pessimist. Other things being equal, he would have made, without

doubt, a magnificent soldier, for he had courage of a rare and high order. It never occurred to him to sit and

brood upon his own danger. He rather welcomed the opportunity of occupying his mind with other thoughts.

Yet in those few minutes, while he waited for the business of the: day to commence, he looked his exact

position in the face and he realized more thoroughly how grave it really was. How was he to find a way out

to set himself right with the law? What could he do with those notes? They were there untouched. He had

only made use of them in an indirect way. They were there intact, as he had picked them up upon that fateful

night. Was there any possible chance by means of which he might discover the owner and restore them in

such a way that his name might never be mentioned? His eyes repeatedly sought that envelope which lay

before him. Inside it must lie the secret of the whole tragedy. Should he risk everything and break the seal, or

should he risk perhaps as much and tell the whole truth to Mademoiselle Idiale? It was a strange dilemma for

Then, as he sat there, the business of the day commenced. A pile of letters was brought in, the telephones in

the outer office began to ring. He thrust the sealed envelope into the breastpocket of his coat and buttoned it

up. There, for the present, it must remain. He owed it to himself to devote every energy he possessed to make

the most of this great tide of business. With set face he closed the doors upon the unreal world, and took hold

of the levers which were to guide his passage through the one in which he was an actual figure.

Her visit was not altogether unexpected, and yet, when they told him that Mademoiselle Idiale was outside,

"It is the lady who was here the other day," his head clerk reminded him. "We made a remarkably good

choice of stocks for her. They must be showing nearly sixteen hundred pounds profit. Perhaps she wants to

She came, bringing with her, notwithstanding her black clothes and heavy veil, the atmosphere of a strange

world into his somewhat severely furnished office. Her skirts swept his carpet with a musical swirl. She

carried with her a faint, indefinable perfume of violets, a perfume altogether peculiar, dedicated to her by a

famous chemist in the Rue Royale, and supplied to no other person upon earth. Who else was there, indeed,

"You have come to ask about your shares?" he asked politely. "So far, we have nothing but good news for

She recognized that he spoke to her in the presence of his clerk, and she waved her hand.

"Women who will come themselves to look after their poor investments are a nuisance, I suppose," she said.

"But indeed I will not keep you long. A few minutes are all that I shall ask of you. I am beginning to find city

They were alone by now and Louise raised her veil, raised it so high that he could see her eyes. She leaned

back in her chair, supporting her chin with the long, exquisite fingers of her right hand. She looked at him

"The document was there," he admitted. "Perhaps you can tell me how it would be addressed?"

Looking at her closely, it came to him that her indifference was assumed. She was shivering slightly, as

"At least I have more claim to it," she whispered, "than you to that twenty thousand pounds."

"I do not claim them," he replied. "They are in my safe at this moment, untouched. They are there ready to be

"We waste words," she continued coldly. "I think that if I leave you with the contents of your safe, it will be

"I am inclined to do so," Laverick admitted. "The very fact that you knew of its existence would seem to give

you a sort of claim to it. But, Mademoiselle Idiale, will you answer me a few questions?"

"But listen," he begged. "You are the only person with whom I have come into touch who seems to know

anything about this affair. I should rather like to tell you exactly how I stumbled in upon it. Why can we not

exchange confidence for confidence? I want neither the twenty thousand pounds nor the document. I want, to

be frank with you, nothing but to escape from the position I am now in of being half a thief and half a

criminal. Show me some claim to that document and you shall have it. Tell me to whom that money belongs,

"You are incomprehensible," she declared. "Are you, by any chance, playing a part with me? Do you think

"Mademoiselle Idiale," Laverick protested earnestly, "nothing in the world is further from my thoughts.

There is very little of the conspirator about me. I am a plain man of business who stumbled in upon this affair

at a critical moment and dared to make temporary use of his discovery. You can put it, if you like, that I am

afraid. I want to get out. Nothing would give me greater pleasure, if such a thing were possible, than to send

this pocketbook and its contents anonymously to Scotland Yard, and never hear about them again.

She listened to him with unchanged face. Yet for some moments after he had finished speaking she was

"You may be speaking the truth," she said. "If so, I have been deceived. You are not quite the sort of man I

"Listen," she said, after a brief pause. "You were at school, were you not, with Mr. David Bellamy? You

"Very well, then," she declared. "You shall come to my fiat at five o'clock this afternoon and bring that

document. If it is possible, David Bellamy shall be there himself. We will try then and prove to you that you

"I will come," Laverick promised, "at five o'clock; but you must tell me where."

"You will put it down, please," she said. "There must not be any mistake. You must come, and you must

come today. I am staying at number 15, Dover Street. I will leave orders that you are shown in at once."

She rose to her feet and he walked to the door with her. On the way she hesitated.

"Take care of yourself today, Mr. Laverick," she begged. "There are others beside myself who are interested

in that packet you carry with you. You represent to them things beside which life and death are trivial

Laverick laughed shortly. He was a matteroffact man, and there seemed something a little absurd in such a

"I do not think," he declared, "that you need have any fear. London is, as you doubtless find it, a dull old city,

"Nevertheless, Mr. Laverick," she repeated earnestly, "be on your guard today, for all our sakes."

"Your investments," he remarked, "you will be content, perhaps, to leave as they are. It is, no doubt, of some

interest to you to know that they are showing already a profit of considerably over a thousand pounds."

"It was an excuse that investment," she declared. "Yet money is always good. Keep it for me, Mr. Laverick,

and do what you will. I will trust your judgment. Buy or sell as you please. You will let nothing prevent your

>From the window of her beautifully appointed little electric brougham she held out her hand in farewell.

"You think me foolish, I know, that I persist," she said, "but I do beg that you will remember what I say. Do

not be alone today more than you can help. Suspect every one who comes near to you. There may be a trap

before your feet at any moment. Be wary always and do not forget at five o'clock I expect you."

About an hour after Mademoiselle Idiale's departure a note marked "Urgent" was brought in and handed to

Laverick. He tore it open. It was dated from the address of a firm of stockbrokers, with two of the partners of

Laverick read the typewritten note carelessly enough at first. He had even laid it down and glanced at the

clock, with the intention of starting out, when a thought struck him. He took it up and read it though again.

"Put me on to the office of Henshaw Allen. I want to speak to Mr. Henshaw particularly."

Two minutes passed. Laverick, meanwhile, had been washing his hands ready to go out. Then the telephone

"I'm Henshaw," was the answer. "That's Laverick, isn't it? How are you, old fellow?"

Laverick, who had been standing with the instrument in his hand, sat down in his chair.

"Look here," he said, "Didn't you send me a note a few minutes ago, asking me to come out to lunch at a

"Delighted to lunch with you there or anywhere, old chap, you know that," was the answer, "but some one

"I'll swear I didn't," came the reply. "Do you seriously mean that you've had one purporting to come from

"Well, the signature's such a scrawl," he said, "that no one could tell what the name really was. I guessed at

He set down the receiver and rang off to escape further questioning. Now indeed the plot was commencing to

thicken. This was a deliberate effort on the part of some one to secure his absence from his offices at a

With the document in his pocket and the safe securely locked, Laverick felt at ease as to the result of any

attempted burglary of his premises. At the same time his curiosity was excited. Here, perhaps, was a chance

There were thee clerks in the outer office. He put on his hat and despatched two of them on errands in

"Halsey," he said, "I am going out to lunch. At least, I wish it to be thought that I am going out to lunch. As a

matter of fact, I shall return in about ten minutes by the back way. I do not wish you, however, to know this. I

want you to have it in your mind that I have gone to lunch and shall not be back until a quarter past two. If

there are visitors for me Inquirers of any sort act exactly as you would have done if you really believed

Halsey appeared a good deal mystified. Laverick took him even further into his confidence.

"To tell you the truth, Halsey," he said, "I have just received a bogus letter from Mr. Henshaw, asking me to

lunch with him. Some one was evidently anxious to get me out of my office for an hour or so. I want to find

"I think so, sir," the man replied doubtfully. "I am not to be aware that you have returned, then?"

"Certainly not," Laverick answered. "Please be quite clear about that. If you hear any commotion in the

office, you can come in, but do not send for the police unless I tell you to. I wish to look into this affair for

Halsey, who had started life as a lawyer's clerk, and was distinctly formal in his ideas, was a little shocked.

"Would it not be better, sir," he suggested, "for me to communicate with the police in the first case? If this

should really turn out to be an attempt at burglary, it would surely be best to leave the matter to them."

"For certain reasons, Halsey, which I do not think it necessary to tell you, I have a strong desire to investigate

He left the office and strolled up the street in the direction of the restaurant which he chiefly frequented. He

reached it in a moment or two, but left it at once by another entrance. Within ten minutes he was back at his

He passed on quickly into his own room and made his way into the small closet where he kept his coat and

washed his hands. He had scarcely been there a minute when he heard voices in the outside hall. The door of

"Mr. Laverick said nothing about an appointment at this hour," he heard Halsey protest in a somewhat

"He had, perhaps, forgotten," was the answer, in a totally unfamiliar voice. "At any rate, I am not in a great

hurry. The matter is of some importance, however, and I will wait for Mr. Laverick."

The visitor was shown in. Laverick investigated his appearance through a crack in the door. He was a man of

medium height, welldressed, cleanshaven, and wore goldrimmed spectacles. He made himself

comfortable in Laverick's easychair, and accepted the paper which Halsey offered him.

"I shall be quite glad of a rest," he remarked genially. "I have been running about all the morning."

"Mr. Laverick is never very long out for lunch, sir," Halsey said. "I daresay he will not keep you more than a

The clerk withdrew and closed the door. The man in the chair waited for a moment. Then he laid down his

newspaper and looked cautiously around the room. Satisfied apparently that he was alone, he rose to his feet

and walked swiftly to Laverick's writingtable. With fingers which seemed gifted with a lightninglike

capacity for movement, he swung open the drawers, one by one, and turned over the papers. His eyes were

everywhere. Every document seemed to be scanned and as rapidly discarded. At last he found something

which interested him. He held it up and paused in his search. Laverick heard a little breath come though his

teeth, and with a thrill he recognized the paper as one which he had torn from a memorandum tablet and upon

which he had written down the address which Mademoiselle Idiale had given him. The man with the

goldrimmed glasses replaced the paper where he had found it. Evidently he had done with the writingtable.

He moved swiftly over to the safe and stood there listening for a few seconds. Then from his pocket he drew

a bunch of keys. To Laverick's surprise, at the stranger's first effort the great door of the safe swung open. He

saw the man lean forward, saw his hand reappear almost directly with the pocketbook clenched in his

fingers. Then he stood once more quite still, listening. Satisfied that no one was disturbed, he closed the door

of the safe softly and moved once more to the writingtable. With marvelous swiftness the notes were laid

upon the table, the pocketbook was turned upside down, the secret place disclosed the secret place which

was empty. It seemed to Laverick that from his hidingplace he could hear the little oath of disappointment

which broke from the thin red lips. The man replaced the notes and, with the pocketbook in his hand,

hesitated. Laverick, who thought that things had gone far enough, stepped lightly out from his hidingplace

The man was upon him with a single spring, but Laverick, without the slightest hesitation, knocked him

prone upon the floor, where he lay, for a moment, motionless. Then he slowly picked himself up. His

"Sorry to be so rough," Laverick said. "Perhaps if you will kindly realize that of the two I am much the

stronger man, you will be so good as to sit in that chair and tell me the meaning of your intrusion."

The man obeyed. He covered his eyes with his hand, for a moment, as though in pain.

"I imagine," he said and it seemed to Laverick that his voice had a slight foreign accent "I imagine that

the motive for my paying you this visit is fairly clear to you. People who have compromising possessions

"Exactly," the other answered. "Confess that you are not in the least inclined to ring your bell and send for a

constable to give me in charge for being in possession of a pocketbook abstracted from your safe,

"You are a man of common sense," declared the other. "It would not do. Now comes the time when I have a

question to ask you. There was a sealed document in this pocketbook. Where is it ? What have you done

"Can you tell me," Laverick asked, "why I should answer questions from a person whom I discover

The man's hand shot out from his trouserpocket, and Laverick looked into the gleaming muzzle of a

"Because if you don't, you die," was the quick reply. "Whether you've read that document or not, I want it. If

you've read it, you know the sort of men you've got to deal with. If you haven't, take my word for it that we

"Do I understand that you are threatening me?" Laverick asked, retreating a few steps.

"You may understand that this is a repeating revolver, and that I seldom miss a halfcrown at twenty paces,"

his visitor answered. "If you put out your hand toward that bell, it will be the last movement you'll ever make

"London isn't really the place for this sort of thing," Laverick said. "If you discharge that revolver, you

haven't a dog's chance of getting clear of the building. My clerks would rush out after you into the street.

You'd find yourself surrounded by a crowd of business men. You couldn't make your way through anywhere.

You'd be held up before you'd gone a dozen yards. Put down your revolver. We can perhaps settle this little

"The document!" the man ordered. "You've got it! You must have it! You took that pocketbook from a dead

man, and in that pocketbook was the document. We must have it. We intend to have it."

The man in the chair leaned forward. The muzzle of his revolver was very bright, and he held it in fingers

"Give it to me!" he repeated. "You ought to know that you are not dealing with men who are unaccustomed

to death. You have it about you. Produce it, and I've done with you. Deny me, and you have not time to say

Laverick was leaning against a small table which stood near the door. His fingers suddenly gripped the ledger

which lay upon it. He held it in front of his face for a single moment, and then dashed it at his visitor. He

followed behind with one desperate spring. Once, twice, the revolver barked out. Laverick felt the skin of his

temple burn and a flick on the ear which reminded him of his schooldays. Then his hand was upon the other

"We 'll see about that. By the Lord, I've a good mind to wring the life out of you. That bullet of yours might

"It was meant to be there," the man gasped. "Hand over the document, you pigheaded fool! It'll cost you

"I'll be hanged if you get it, anyway!" Laverick answered fiercely. "You assassin! Scoundrel! To come here

and make a coldblooded effort at murder! You shall see what you think of the inside of an English prison."

"Come," he said, "I have made my effort and failed. You have twenty thousand pounds. That's a fair price,

"It is possible that we might deal," Laverick remarked, kicking the revolver a little further away.

"Unfortunately, I am too much in the dark. Tell me the real position of the murdered man? Tell me why he

was murdered? Tell me the contents of this document and why it was in his possession? Perhaps I may then

"You are either an astonishingly ingenuous person, Mr. Laverick," his visitor declared, "or you're too subtle

for me. You do not expect me to believe that you are in this with your eyes blindfolded? You do not expect

me to believe that you do not know what is in that sealed envelope? Bah! It is a child's game, that, and we

"Twenty thousand pounds," the man answered. "The document is worth no more than that to you. How you

came into this thing is a mystery, but you are in and, what is more, you have possession. Twenty thousand

The intruder moved his hand away from his eyes. His expression was full of wonder.

"Consider for a moment," he said. "While that document remains in your possession, you walk the narrow

way, your life hangs upon a thread. Better surrender it and attend to your stocks and shares. Heaven knows

how you first came into our affairs, but the sooner you are out of them the better. What do you say now to my

"It is refused," Laverick declared. "I regret; to add," he continued, "that I have already spared you all the time

"You are not such a fool!" he exclaimed. "You are not going to send me away without it? Why, I tell you that

Halsey started. The noise of the revolver shot had evidently been muffled by the heavy connecting doors, but

there was a smell of gunpowder in the room, and a little wreath of smoke. The man rose slowly to his feet,

"It must be as you will, of course. I wonder if you would be so good as to let your clerk direct me to an

"There is one a few yards off," Laverick answered. "Put on your hat, Halsey, and show this gentleman where

"It is your life which is in question, not my eyesight," he muttered. "Do you accept my offer? Will you give

"I do not and I will not," Laverick replied. "I shall not part with anything until I know more than I know at

The man stood motionless for a moment. His fingers seemed to be twitching. Laverick had a fancy that he

was about to spring, but if ever he had had any thoughts of the kind, Halsey's reappearance checked them.

"I am much obliged to you, Mr. Laverick," he said quietly. "We shall, perhaps, resume this discussion at

With that he turned and followed Halsey out of the room. Laverick went to the window and threw it wide

open. The smoke floated out, the smell of gunpowder was gradually dispersed. Then he walked back to his

seat. Once more he locked up the notes. The document was safe in his pocket. There was a slight mark by the

side of his temple, and his ear, he discovered, was bleeding. He rang the bell and Halsey entered.

"I left him in the optician's, sir," the clerk answered. "He was buying some spectacles."

Laverick glanced at the floor, where the remains of those goldrimmed glasses were scattered.

"You had better send for a locksmith at once," he said. "The gentleman who has been here had a skeleton key

"And, Halsey," his master continued, "be careful about one thing, for your own sake as well as mine. If that

man presents himself again, don't let him come into my room unannounced. If you can help it, don't let him

"If he presents himself here, sir," he announced stiffly, "I shall take the liberty of sending for the police."

At precisely a quarter past four, nothing having happened in the meantime but a steady rush of business,

Laverick ordered a taxicab to be summoned. He then unlocked his safe, placed the pocketbook securely in

his breast pocket, walked through the office, and directed the man to drive to Chancery Lane. Here at the

headquarters of the Safe Deposit Company he engaged a compartment, and down in the strongroom locked

up the pocketbook. There was only now the document left. Stepping once more into the street, he found that

his taxicab had vanished. He looked up and down in vain. The man had not been paid and there seemed to be

no reason for his departure. A policeman who was standing by touched his hat and addressed him.

"Were you looking for that taxi you stepped out of a few minutes ago, sir?" he asked.

"I thought there was something queer about it," the policeman remarked. "Soon after you had gone inside,

two gentlemen drove up in a hansom. They got out here and one of them spoke to your driver, who shook his

head and pointed to his flag. The gent then said something else to him can't say as I heard what it was, but it

was probably offering him double fare. Anyway, they both got in and off went your taxi, sir."

"Constable," he continued, "I have just made a very valuable deposit in there, and I had an idea that I might

be followed. I have still in my pocket a document of great importance. I have no doubt whatever but that the

object of the men who have taken my taxicab is to leave me in the street here alone under circumstances

The policeman turned his head and looked at Laverick incredulously. He was more than half inclined to

believe that this was a practical joke. Were they not standing on the pavement in Chancery Lane, and was not

he an ablebodied policeman of great bulk and immense muscle! Yet his companion did not look by any

means a man of the nervous order. Laverick was broadshouldered, his skin was tanned a wholesome color,

his bearing was the bearing of a man prepared to defend himself at any time. The constable smiled in a

"If you'll excuse my saying so, sir," he remarked, "I don't think this is exactly the spot any one would choose

"I agree with you," Laverick answered, "but, on the other hand, you must remember that these gentlemen

have had no choice. I stepped from my office direct into the taxi, and I proposed to drive straight from here to

the place where I shall probably leave the other document I am carrying with me. Why I have taken you into

my confidence is to ask you this. Can you walk with me to the corner of the street, or until we meet a taxicab?

it sounds cowardly, but, as a matter of fact, I am not afraid. I simply want to make sure of delivering this

"My beat, sir," he said, "only goes about twentyfive yards further on. I will walk to the corner of Holborn

with you, if you desire it. At the same time, I may say that I am breaking regulations. How do I know that it is

not your scheme to get me away from this neighborhood for some purpose of your own?"

"I do not, sir," the policeman admitted. "Keep by my side, and I think that nothing will happen to you before

Laverick was a man of more than medium height, but by the side of the policeman he seemed short. Both

scanned the faces of the passersby closely the policeman with mild interest, Laverick with almost

feverish anxiety. It was a gray afternoon, pleasant but close. There seemed to be nothing whatever to account

for the feeling of nervousness which had suddenly come over Laverick. He felt himself in danger he had no

idea how, or in what way but the conviction was there. He took every step fully alert, absolutely on his

They were almost within sight of Holborn when a cry from the bystanders caused them to look away into the

middle of the road. Laverick only cast one glance there and abandoned every instinct of curiosity, thinking

once more only of himself and his own position. With the constable, however, it was naturally different. He

saw something which called at once for his intervention, and he immediately forgot the somewhat singular

task upon which he was engaged. A man had fallen in the middle of the street, either knocked down by the

shaft of a passing vehicle or in some sort of fit. There was a tangle of rearing horses, an omnibus was making

desperate efforts to avoid the prostrate body. The constable sprang to the rescue. Laverick, instantly

suspicious and realizing that there was no one in front of him, turned swiftly around. He was just in time to

receive upon his left arm the blow which had been meant for the back of his head. He was confronted by a

man dressed exactly as he himself was, in morning coat and silk hat, a man with long, lean face and legal

appearance, such a person as would have passed anywhere without attracting a moment's suspicion. Yet, in

the space of a few seconds he had whipped out from one pocket, with the skill almost of a juggler, a

viciouslooking lifepreserver, and from the other a pockethandkerchief soaked with chloroform. Laverick,

quick and resourceful, feeling his left arm sink helpless, struck at the man with his right and sent him

staggering against the wall. The handkerchief, with its load of sickening odor, fell to the pavement. The man

was obviously worsted. Laverick sprang at him. They were almost unobserved, for the crowd was all intent

upon the accident in the roadway. With wonderful skill, his assailant eluded his attempt to close, and tore at

his coat. Laverick struck at him again but met only the air. The man's fingers now were upon his pocket, but

this time Laverick made no mistake. He struck downward so hard that with a fierce cry of pain the man

relaxed his hold. Before he could recover, Laverick had struck him again. He reeled into the crowd that was

fast gathering around them, attracted by what seemed to be a fight between two men of unexceptionable

appearance. But there was to be no more fight. Through the people, swiftfooted, cunning, resourceful, his

assailant seemed to find some hidden way. Laverick glared fiercely around him, but the man had gone. His

left hand crept to his chest. The victory was with him; the document was still there.

At the outside of the double crowd he perceived a taxi. Ignoring the storm of questions with which he was

assailed, and the advancing helmet of his friend the policeman at the back of the crowd, Laverick hailed it

"Back out of this and drive to Dover Street," he directed. The man obeyed him. People raced to look through

the window at him. The other commotion had died away, the man in the road had got up and walked off. A

policeman came hurrying along but he was just too late. Very soon they were on their way down Holborn.

A French manservant, with the sad face and immaculate dress of a HighChurch cleric, took possession of

him as soon as he had asked for Mademoiselle Idiale. He was shown into one of the most delightful little

rooms he had ever even dreamed of. The walls were hung with that peculiar shade of blue satin which

Mademoiselle so often affected in her clothes. Laverick, who was something of a connoisseur, saw nowhere

any object which was not, of its sort, priceless, French furniture of the best and choicest period, a statuette

which made him, for a moment, almost forget the scene from which he had just arrived. The air in the room

seemed as though it had passed through a grove of lemon trees, it was fresh and sweet yet curiously

fragrant. Laverick sank down into one of the luxurious bluebrocaded chairs, conscious for the first time that

he was out of breath. Then the door opened silently and there entered not the woman whom he had been

expecting, but Mr. Lassen. Laverick rose to his feet half doubtfully. Lassen's small, queerlyshaped face

"I have come to call upon Mademoiselle Idiale," Laverick answered, somewhat curtly. He had disliked this

man from the first moment he had seen him, and he saw no particular reason why he should conceal his

"I am here to explain," Mr. Lassen continued, seating himself opposite to Laverick. "Mademoiselle Idiale is

unfortunately prevented from seeing you. She has a severe nervous headache, and her only chance of

appearing tonight is to remain perfectly undisturbed. Women of her position, as you may understand, have to

be exceptionally careful. It would be a very serious matter indeed if she were unable to sing tonight."

"I am exceedingly sorry to hear it," Laverick answered. "In that case, I will call again when Mademoiselle

"By all means, my dear sir!" Mr. Lassen exclaimed. "Many times, let us hope. But in the meantime, there is a

little affair of a document which you were going to deliver to Mademoiselle. She is most anxious that you

should hand it to me most anxious. She will tender you her thanks personally, tomorrow or the next day, if

"Under no circumstances," he declared, "should I think of delivering the document into any other hands save

those of Mademoiselle Idiale. To tell you the truth, I had not fully decided whether to part with it even to her.

I was simply prepared to hear what she had to say. But it may save time if I assure you, Mr. Lassen, that

There was no trace left of that ingratiating smile upon Mr. Lassen's face. He had the appearance now of an

ugly animal about to show its teeth. Laverick was suddenly on his guard. More adventures, he thought,

casting a somewhat contemptuous glance at the physique of the other man. He laid his fingers as though

carelessly upon a small bronze ornament which reposed amongst others on a table by his side. If Mr. Lassen's

fat and ugly hand should steal toward his pocket, Laverick was prepared to hurl the ornament at his head.

"I am very sorry to hear you say that, Mr. Laverick," Lassen said slowly. "I hope very much that you will see

your way clear to change your mind. I can assure you that I have as much right to the document as

Mademoiselle Idiale, and that it is her earnest wish that you should hand it over to me. Further, I may inform

you that the document itself is a most incriminating one. Its possession upon your person, or upon the person

"As a matter of fact," he declared, "I certainly have no idea of carrying it about with me. On the other hand, I

shall part with it to no one. I might discuss the matter with Mademoiselle Idiale as soon as she is recovered. I

am not disposed I mean no offence, sir but I may say frankly that I am not disposed even to do as much

Laverick rose to his feet with the obvious intention of leaving. Lassen followed his example and confronted

"Mr. Laverick," he said, "in your own interests you must not talk like that, in your own interests, I say."

"At any rate," Laverick remarked, "my interests are better looked after by myself than by strangers. You must

"Mademoiselle Idiale has given me certain proof that she knew at least of the existence of this document,"

Laverick answered. "She has established, therefore, a certain claim to my consideration. You announce

yourself as Mademoiselle Idiale's deputy, but you bring me no proof of the fact, nor, in any case, am I

"Mr. Laverick," he declared, "you are too impetuous. You force me to remind you that your own position as

holder of that document is not a very secure one. All the police in this capital are searching today for the

man who killed that unfortunate creature who was found murdered in Crooked Friars' Alley. If they could

find the man who was in possession of his pocketbook, who was in possession of twenty thousand pounds

taken from the dead man's body and with it had saved his business and his credit, how then, do you think? I

Laverick was silent for a moment. He realized, however, that to make terms with this man was impossible.

Besides, he did not trust him. He did not even trust him so far as to believe him the accredited envoy of

"My unfortunate position," Laverick said, "has nothing whatever to do with the matter. Where you got your

information from I cannot say. I neither accept nor deny it. But I can assure you that I am not to be

intimidated. This document will remain in my possession until some one can show me a very good reason for

Lassen beat the back of the chair against which he was standing with his clenched fist.

"A reason why you should part with it!" he exclaimed fiercely. "Man, it stares you there in the face! If you do

not part with it, you will be arrested within twentyfour hours for the murder or complicity in the murder of

"In which case," Laverick remarked, "the document will fall into the hands of the English police."

The shot told. Laverick could have laughed as he watched its effect upon his listener. Mr. Lassen's face was

black with unuttered curses. He looked as though he would have fallen upon Laverick bodily.

"What do you know about its contents?" he hissed. "Why do you suppose it would not suit my purpose to

"I can see no reason whatever," Laverick answered, "why I should take you into my confidence as to how

much I know and how much I do not know. I wish you good afternoon, Mr. Lassen! I shall be ready to wait

upon Mademoiselle Idiale at any time she sends for me. But in case it should interest you to be made aware

of the fact," he added, with a little bow, "I am not going round with this terrible document in my possession."

He moved to the door. Already his hand was upon the knob when he saw the movement for which he had

watched. Laverick, with a single bound, was upon his wouldbe assailant. The hand which had already

closed upon the butt of the small revolver was gripped as though in a vice. With a scream of pain Lassen

dropped the weapon upon the floor. Laverick picked it up, thrust it into his coat pocket and, taking the man's

collar with both hands, he shook him till the eyes seemed starting from his head and his shrieks of fear were

"You cowardly brute!" he exclaimed. "You come of the breed of men who shoot from behind. If ever I lay

He left the room and rang for the lift. He saw no trace of any servants in the hall, nor heard any sound of any

one moving. From Dover Street he drove straight to Zoe's house. Keeping the cab waiting, he knocked at the

"How delightful!" she cried. "Please come in. Have you come to take me to the theatre?"

"Me a favor?" she repeated. "I think you know how happy it will make me if there is anything anything at

"A week ago," Laverick continued, "I was an honest but not very successful stockbroker, with a natural

longing for adventures which never came my way. Since then things have altered. I have stumbled in upon

the most curious little chain of happenings which ever became entwined with the life of a commonplace

being like myself. The net result, for the moment, is this. Every one is trying to steal from me a certain

document which I have in my pocket. I want to hide it for the night. I cannot go to the police, it is too late to

go back to Chancery Lane, and I have an instinctive feeling that my flat is absolutely at the mercy of my

enemies. May I hide my document in your room ? I do not believe for a moment that any one would think of

"Of course you may," she answered. "But listen. Can you see out into the street without moving very much?"

He turned his head. He had been standing with his back to the window, and Zoe had been facing it.

"I was at the window, looking out, when you came, she said. "It followed you out from the Square into this

street. Directly you stopped, I saw the man put on the brake and pull up his cab. It seemed to me so strange,

"I am afraid," she answered, "that there are no very nice people who live round here. The people whom I see

"I understand," he said. "Thank you, Zoe. You are right. Whatever I do with my precious document, I will not

leave it here. To tell you the truth, I thought, for certain reasons, that after I had paid my last call this

afternoon I should not be followed any more. Come back with me and I will give you some dinner before you

"I shall take a room at the Milan Hotel," he said, "and give it to the cashier. They have a wonderful safe there.

"I have no idea. It is the most mysterious document in the world, so far as I am concerned."

"Why not open it and read it?" she suggested; "then you will know exactly what it is all about. You can learn

He took from his pocket the revolver which Lassen had dropped. It was a perfect little weapon, and fully

About twenty minutes past six on the same evening, Bellamy, his clothes thick with dust, his face dark with

anger, jumped lightly from a sixty horsepower car and rang the bell of the lift at number 15, Dover Street.

Arrived on the first floor, he was confronted almost immediately by the sadfaced manservant of

"Mademoiselle is spending the day in the country, sir. Bellamy took him by the shoulders and flung him

He walked down the passage and knocked softly at the door of Louise's sleeping apartment. There was no

answer. He knocked again and listened at the keyhole. There was some movement inside but no one spoke.

Again the only reply was the strangest of sounds. Almost it seemed as though a woman were trying to speak

with a hand over her mouth. Then Bellamy suddenly stiffened into rigid attention. There were voices in the

small reception room, the voice of Henri, the butler, and another. Reluctantly he turned away from the

closed door and walked swiftly down the passage. He entered the reception room and looked around him in

amazement. It was still in disorder. Lassen sat in an easychair with a tumbler of brandy by his side. Henri

was tying a bandage around his head, his collar was torn, there were marks of blood about his shirt. Bellamy's

"Come," he exclaimed, "after all, I fancy that my arrival is somewhat opportune!"

"Monsieur Lassen has been unwell, Monsieur," he said. "He has had a fit and fallen down."

"I think I can reconstruct the scene a little better than that," he declared. "What do you say, Mr. Lassen?"

"I do not know what you are talking about," he said. "I do not wish to speak to you. I am ill. You had better

"You are a liar!" Bellamy answered. "She is in her room now, locked up guarded, perhaps, by one of your

creatures. I have been halfway to Dover, but I tumbled to your scheme in time, Mr. Lassen. You found our

"From your somewhat dishevelled appearance," Bellamy continued, "I think I may conclude that you were

not able to come to any amicable arrangement with Mademoiselle's visitor. He declined to accept you as her

"What do you mean?" he asked gruffly. "Keep him away from me, Henri. Ring the bell for your other man.

"Not I," Bellamy answered scornfully. "Stay where you are, Henri. To your other accomplishments I have no

"Look here," he said, "I do not for one moment believe that Laverick handed over to you the document you

were so anxious to obtain. On the other hand, I imagine that your somewhat battered appearance is the result

of fruitless argument on your part with a view to inducing him to do so. Nevertheless, I can afford to run no

risks. The coat first, please, Henri. It is necessary that I search it thoroughly."

"I hate to seem melodramatic," he declared, "and I never carry firearms, but I have a little lifepreserver here

which I have learned how to use pretty effectively. Come, you know, it isn't a fair fight. You've had all you

Lassen rose, groaning, to his feet and allowed his coat to be removed. Bellamy glanced through the pockets,

"The writing of our friend Streuss," he remarked, with a smile. "No, you need not fear, Lassen! I am not

Lassen's face was livid and his eyes seemed like beads. Bellamy handed back the coat.

"That's all right," he said. "Nothing there, I am glad to see or in the waistcoat," he added, passing his hands

The man did as he was bid and Bellamy felt him all over. When he had finished, he held in his hand a key.

"The key of Mademoiselle's chamber, I have no doubt," he announced, "I will leave you, then, while I see

He walked calmly to the table which stood by the window and deliberately cut the telephone wire. With the

instrument under his arm, he left the room. Lassen blundered to his feet as though to intercept him, but

Bellamy's eyes suddenly flashed red fury, and the lifepreserver of which he had spoken glittered above his

"I'm a longsuffering man," Bellamy said, "and if you don't remember now that you're the beaten dog, I may

He locked them in, walked down the passage and opened the door of Louise's bedchamber with fingers that

trembled a little. With a smothered oath he cut the cord from the arms of the maid and the gag from her

mouth. Louise, clad in a loose afternoon gown, was lying upon the bed, as though asleep. Bellamy saw with

"It was something they put in her wine," she faltered. "I heard Mr. Lassen say that it would keep her quiet for

Louise opened her eyes and looked at them with amazement. Bellamy sat by the side of the bed and

"It is only a skirmish, dear," he whispered, "and it is a drawn battle, although you got the worst of it."

"He has. Your friend Lassen has been taking a hand in the game. I came here to find you like this and Annette

tied up. Henri is in with him. What has become of your other servants I don't know."

"Henri asked for a holiday for them," she said, the color slowly returning to her cheeks. "I begin to

"I can only guess," Bellamy answered, "but it seems that Lassen must have received him as though with your

"I am almost certain," Bellamy declared, "that Laverick refused to have anything to do with him. I received a

wire from Dover to say that you were on your way home, and asking me to meet you at the Lord Warden

Hotel. I borrowed Montresor's racingcar, but I sent telegrams, and I was pretty soon on my way back. When

I arrived here, I found Lassen in your little room with a broken head. Evidently Laverick and he had a

scrimmage and he got the worst of it. I have searched him to his bones and he has no paper. Laverick brought

"Go and let Lassen out," she said. "Tell him he must never come here again. I will see him at the Opera

House tonight or tomorrow night that is, if I can get there. I do not know whether I shall feel fit to sing."

"He was such a good servant. I think it must have cost our friend Streuss a good deal to buy Henri. You will

Bellamy made short work of his discomfited prisoners. Lassen was surly but only eager to depart Henri was

resigned but tearful. Almost as they went the other servants began to return from their various missions.

Bellamy went back to Louise, who was lying down again and drinking some tea. She motioned Bellamy to

"I am going to do what I ought to have done before," Bellamy answered. "Laverick's connection with this

affair is suspicious enough, but after all he is a sportsman and an Englishman. I am going to tell him what

"You are right!" she exclaimed. "Whatever he may have done, if you tell him the truth he will give you that

"I shall go to his rooms," Bellamy declared. "I must be quick, too, for Lassen is free they will know that he

"Come back to me, David," she begged, and he kissed her fingers and hurried out.

Laverick, sitting with Zoe at dinner, caught his companion looking around the restaurant with an expression

"Something is the matter with you this evening, Zoe," he said anxiously. "Tell me what it is. You don't like

"It is your dinner, then, or me?" he persisted. "Come, out with it. Haven't we promised to tell each other the

The pink color came slowly into her cheeks. Her eyes, raised for a moment to his, were almost reproachful.

"You know very well that it is not anything to do with you," she whispered. "You are too kind to me all the

time. Only," she went on, a little hesitatingly, "don't you realize can't you see how differently most of the

girls here are dressed? I don't mind so much for myself but you you have so many friends. You keep on

seeing people whom you know. I am afraid they will think that I ought not to be here."

He looked at her in surprise, mingled, perhaps, with compunction. For the first time he appreciated the actual

shabbiness of her clothes. Everything about her was so neat pathetically neat, as it seemed to him in one

illuminating moment of realization. The white linen collar, notwithstanding its frayed edges, was spotlessly

clean. The black bow was carefully tied to conceal its worn parts. Her gloves had been stitched a good many

times. Her gown, although it was tidy, was oldfashioned and had distinctly seen its best days. He suddenly

recognized the effort the almost despairing effort which her toilette had cost her.

"I don't think that men notice these things," he said simply. "To me you look just as you should look and I

Her eyes were soft perilously soft as she looked at him with uplifted eyebrows and a faint smile

struggling at the corners of her lips. A wave of tenderness crept into his heart. What a brave little child she

"Anyhow," he went on, speaking with decision, "so long as you feel like that, you are going to have a new

gown or two and a new hat, and you are going to have them at once. They are going to be bought with

"Mind, it is partly for your sake that I give in," she said. "It would be lovely to have you come, but you would

She leaned towards him with dancing eyes. After all, she was very much of a child. The prospect of a new

"I might get a coat and skirt," she remarked thoughtfully, "and a simple white dress. A black hat would do for

"Don't you study your brother too much," Laverick declared. "His stock is going up all the time."

"I suppose it must be black," she murmured doubtfully. "It is much more economical than anything "

She broke off to bow to a stout, redfaced man who, after a rude stare, had greeted her with a patronizing

"Is there any particular reason why he should behave like a boor?" Laverick continued, raising his voice a

Laverick half turned in his chair. She guessed what he was about to say, and went on rapidly.

"He has been so foolish," she whispered. "He has asked me so often to go out with him. And he could get me

sent away, if he wanted, any time. He almost threatened it, the last time I refused. Now that he has seen me

Laverick's face darkened, and there was a peculiar flash in his eyes. The man was certainly looking at them in

"There are so many of the girls who would only be too pleased to go with him," Zoe continued, in a terrified

But the dinner was already spoiled for Zoe, so Laverick paid the bill a few minutes later, and walked across

to the stagedoor of the theatre with her. Her little hand, when she gave it to him at parting, was quite cold.

"I'm as nervous as I can be," she confessed. "Mr. Heepman will be watching all the night for something to

She turned away with a brave attempt at a smile, but it was only an attempt. Laverick walked on to his club.

There was no one in the diningroom whom he knew, and the cardroom was empty. He played one game of

billiards, but he played badly. He was upset. His nerves were wrong he told himself, and little wonder. There

seemed to be no chance of a rubber at bridge, so he sallied out again and walked aimlessly towards Covent

Garden. Outside the Opera House he hesitated and finally entered, yielding to an impulse the nature of which

he scarcely recognized. While he was inquiring about a stall, a small printed notice was thrust into his hand.

We regret to announce that owing to indisposition Mademoiselle Idiale will not be able to appear this

evening. The part of Delilah will be taken by Mademoiselle Blanche Temoigne, late of the Royal Opera

Ten minutes later, Laverick rang the bell of her flat in Dover Street. A strange manservant answered him.

The man held out a tray on which was already a small heap of cards. Laverick, however, retained his.

"I should be glad if you would take mine in to her," he said. "I think it is just likely that she may see me for a

The servant's attitude was one of civil but unconcealed hostility. He would have closed the door had not

"Madame is not well enough to receive visitors, sir," the man declared. "She shall have your card as soon as

"I should like her to have it now," Laverick persisted, drawing a fivepound note from his pocket.

"It would be only waste of time, sir," he declared. "Mademoiselle is confined to her bedroom and my orders

"You are not the man who was here earlier in the day," Laverick remarked. "I wonder," he continued, with a

"That is so, sir. Mr. Bellamy has sent me here to see that no one has access to Mademoiselle Idiale."

"Then there is no harm whatever in taking in my card," Laverick declared convincingly. "You can put that

note in your pocket. I am perfectly certain that Mademoiselle Idiale will see me, and that your master would

"I will take the risk, sir," the man decided, "but the orders I have received were stringent."

He disappeared and was gone for several moments. When he came back he was accompanied by a palefaced

"Monsieur Laverick," she said, "Mademoiselle Idiale will receive you. If you will come this way?"

She opened the door of the little receptionroom, and Laverick followed her. The man returned to his place in

"Madame will be here in a moment," the maid said. "She will be glad to see you, but she has been very badly

Laverick bowed sympathetically. The woman herself was grayfaced, terrorstricken.

"It is Monsieur Lassen, the manager of Madame, who has caused a great deal of trouble here," she said.

The woman seemed to fade away. The door of the inner room was opened and Louise came out. She was still

exceedingly pale, and there were dark rims under her eyes. She came across the room with outstretched

"No, I have seen nothing of Bellamy today. I came to call upon you this afternoon."

"You understand, of course!" she exclaimed. "I did not trust Lassen, but I never imagined anything like this.

He is an Austrian. Only a few hours ago I learned that he is one of their most heavily paid spies. Streuss got

hold of him. But there, I forgot you do not understand this. It is enough that he laid a plot to get that

Her eyes were round with terror. She held out her hands as though to keep away some tormenting thought.

"I have not," Laverick replied gravely. "It is in the safe deposit of a hotel to which I have moved."

"To tell you the truth," Laverick answered, "I seem to have wandered into a sort of modern Arabian Nights.

Three times today attempts have been made to get that document from me by force. I have been followed

whereever I went. I felt that it was not safe in my chambers, so I moved to a hotel and deposited it in their

strongroom. I have come to the conclusion that the best thing I can do is to open it tomorrow morning, and

"What you say is an immense relief to me, Mr. Laverick," she declared. "I perceive now that we have made a

mistake. We should have told you the whole truth from the first. This afternoon when Mr. Bellamy left me, it

"Really," he said, "it seems to me the wisest course. I haven't the least desire to keep the document. I cannot

He stopped short. Suddenly he understood. Something in Louise's face gave him the hint.

"Mr. Laverick," Louise said quietly, "in this matter I am no man's judge, yet, as you and I know well, that

paper could have come into your hands in one way, and one way only. There may be some explanation. If so,

it is for you to offer it or not, as you think best. Mr. Bellamy and I are allies in this matter. It is not our

business to interfere with the course of justice. You will run no risk in parting with that paper.

"He would go straight to your rooms," she answered. "Did you leave word there where you had gone?"

"Purposely I did not," Laverick replied. "I had better try and find him, perhaps."

"It is not necessary," she announced. "No wonder that you feel yourself to have wandered into the Arabian

Nights, Mr. Laverick. There are two sets of spies who follow you everywhere two sets that I know of.

"Mr. Laverick," she said, looking at him earnestly, "somehow or other I cannot help believing that you are an

Laverick, as he entered the reception hall at the Milan Hotel, noticed a man leaning over the cashier's desk

talking confidentially to the clerk in charge. The latter recognized Laverick with obvious relief, and at once

directed his questioner's attention to him. Kahn turned swiftly around and without a moment's hesitation

came smiling towards Laverick with the apparent intention of accosting him. He was correctly garbed, tall

and fair, with every appearance of being a man of breeding. He glanced at Laverick carelessly as he passed,

but, as though changing his original purpose, made no attempt to address him. The cashier, who had been

watching, gave vent to a little exclamation of surprise and sprang over the counter. He approached Laverick

"Is this your handwriting, sir?" the man inquired, touching with his forefinger the half sheet of notepaper

To the Cashier at the Milan Hotel, Deliver to bearer document deposited with you. STEPHEN

"It is not," he declared promptly. "It is an impudent forgery. Good God! You don't mean to say that you

"I haven't parted with anything, sir," he said. "I was just wondering what to do when you came in. I'd no

reason to believe that the signature was a forgery, but I didn't like the look of it, somehow. We'd better be

They hurried outside. The man was nowhere in sight. The cashier summoned the head porter.

"A gentleman has just come out," he exclaimed, "tall and fair, very carefully dressed, with a single

"He's just driven off in a big Daimler car, sir," the porter answered. "I noticed him particularly. He spoke to

"Not the ghost of a chance, sir. He shot round the corner there as though he were in a desperate hurry, and

went the wrong side of the island. I heard the police calling to him. I hope there's nothing wrong, Mr. Dean?"

"Nothing much," Laverick answered. "We should have liked to have asked him a question that is all."

The cashier returned to his duties. The two men were alone. Bellamy, most carefully dressed, with his

silverheaded cane under his arm, and his silk hat at precisely the correct angle, seemed very far removed

from the work of intrigue into which Laverick felt himself to have blundered. He looked down for a moment

at the tips of his patent shoes and up again at the sky, as though anxious about the weather.

The two men stepped back into the hotel. The cashier had returned to his desk, and the incident which had

just transpired seemed to have passed unnoticed. Nevertheless, Laverick felt that the studied indifference of

"Shall we go through into the bar?" he asked. "There's very seldom any one there at this time."

"Anywhere you say, Bellamy answered. "It's years since we had a drink together."

They passed into the inner room and, finding it empty, drew two chairs into the further corner. Bellamy

"Two whiskies and sodas quick, Tim," he ordered. "Now, Laverick, listen to me," he added, as the waiter

turned away. "We are alone for the moment but it won't be for long. You know very well that it wasn't to

"Please go on," he said. "I am as anxious as you can be to grasp this affair properly."

"When we left school," Bellamy remarked, "you were destined for the Stock Exchange. I went first to

"I always understood," Laverick answered, "that you went into one of the Government offices."

"Quite right," Bellamy assented. "I did. At this moment I have the honor to serve His Majesty."

"Two thousand a year and two hours work a day," Laverick laughed. "I know the sort of thing."

"You evidently don't," Bellamy answered. "I often work twenty hours a day, I don't get half two thousand a

year, and most of the time I carry my life in my hands. When I am working and I am working now I am

"Not by any manner of means. I have the honor to be a humble member of His Majesty's Secret Service."

"I really didn't know," he said, "that such a service had any actual existence except in novels."

"I am a proof to the contrary," Bellamy declared grimly. "Abroad, I run always the risk of being dubbed a spy

and treated like one. At home, I am simply the head of the A2 Branch of the Secret Service. Here come our

"Here's luck!" he exclaimed. "Now go on, Bellamy," he continued. "The waiter can't overhear."

"Tim is one of the few persons in the place," he said, "whom one can trust. As a matter of fact, he has been

very useful to me more than once. Now listen to me attentively, Laverick. I am going to speak to you as one

"Last Monday," Bellamy went on, leaning forward and speaking in a soft but very distinct undertone, "a man

was murdered late at night in the heart of the city within one hundred yards of the Stock Exchange. The

papers called it a mysterious murder. No one knows who the man was, or who committed the crime, or why.

"The murder," Bellamy continued, with a strange light in his eyes, "was accomplished only a stone's throw

"Enough of this fencing, Laverick," he said. "A theft was committed from the person of that murdered man,

of which the general public knows nothing. A pocketbook was stolen from him containing twenty thousand

pounds and a sealed document. As to who murdered the man, I want you to understand that that is not my

affair. As to what has become of that twenty thousand pounds, I have not the slightest curiosity. I want the

"I might retort, but I will not," Bellamy replied. "Time is too short. I will answer you by explaining who the

man was and what that document consists of. The man's name was Von Behrling, and he was a trusted agent

of the Austrian Secret Service. The document of which he was robbed contains a verbatim report of the

conference which recently took place at Vienna between the Emperor of Germany, the Emperor of Austria,

and the Czar of Russia. It contains the details of a plot against this country and the undertakings entered into

by those several Powers. I want that document, Laverick. Have I established my claim?"

"You have," Laverick answered. "Why on earth Didn't you come to me before? Don't you believe that I

"I wish that I had come," Bellamy admitted, "and yet, here is the truth, Laverick, because the truth is best.

Twentytwo years lie between us and the time when we knew anything of one another. To me, therefore, you

are a stranger. I had my spies following Von Behrling that night. I know that you took the pocketbook from

his dead body. If you did not murder him yourself, the deed was done by an accomplice of yours. How was I

to trust you? We are speaking naked words, my friend. We are dealing with naked truths. To me you were a

murderer and a thief. A word from me and you would have realized the value of that document. I tell you

Laverick, strong man though he was, was conscious of a sudden weakness. He raised his hand to his forehead

"Bellamy," he said, "here's truth for truth. I am not on my trial before you. Believe me, man, for God's sake!"

"That night I stayed at my office late because I saw ruin before me on the morrow. I left it meaning to go

straight home. I lit a cigarette near that entry, and by the light of a match, as I was throwing it away, I saw the

murdered man. I think for a time I was paralyzed. The pocketbook was half dragged out from his pocket.

Why I looked inside it I don't know. I had some sort of wild idea that I must find out who he was. Mind you,

though, I should have given the alarm at once, but there wasn't a soul in the street. There was a man lurking

in the entry and I chased him, unsuccessfully. When I came back, the body was still there and the street

empty. I looked inside that pocketbook, which would have been in the possession of his murderer but for

my unexpected appearance. I saw the notes there. Once more I went out into the street. I gave no alarm, I

am not attempting to explain why. I was like a man made suddenly mad. I went back to my office and shut

Bellamy pointed to the glasses silently. The waiter came forward and refilled them.

"Bellamy," Laverick continued, "your career and mine lie far apart, and yet, at their backbone, as there is at

the backbone of every man's life, there must be something of the same sort of ambition. My grandfather lived

and died a member of the Stock Exchange, honored and well thought of. My father followed in his footsteps.

I, too, was there. Without becoming wealthy, the name I bear has become known and respected. Failure,

whatever one may say, means a broken life and a broken honor. I sat in my office and I knew that the use of

those notes for a few days might save me from disgrace, might keep the name, which my father and

grandfather had guarded so jealously, free from shame. I would have paid any price for the use of them. I

would have paid with my life, if that had been possible. Think of the risk I ran the danger I am now in. I

deposited those notes on the morrow as security at my bank, and I met all my engagements. The crisis is

over! Those notes are in a safe deposit vault in Chancery Lane! I only wish to Heaven that I could find the

Bellamy drew a long sigh of relief. Then he emptied his tumbler and lit a cigarette.

"I am no crime investigator," Bellamy went on thoughtfully. "As to who killed Von Behrling, or why, I

cannot now form the slightest idea. That twenty thousand pounds, Laverick, is Secret Service money, paid by

me to Von Behrling only halfanhour before he was murdered, in a small restaurant there, for what I

supposed to be the document. He deceived me by making up a false packet. The real one he kept. He

"In a few days," he said, "I shall take you with me to a friend of mine a Cabinet Minister. You shall tell him

"Don't think I'm mad," he apologized, "but I am not a person like you, Bellamy, used to adventures and this

sort of wild happenings. I'm a steadygoing, matteroffact Englishman, and this thing has been like a

"It's a great adventure," he declared, "to come to any one like you. To tell you the truth, I can't imagine how

you had the pluck don't misunderstand me, I mean the moral pluck to run such a risk. Why, at the

moment you used those notes," Bellamy continued, "the odds must have been about twenty to one against

"One doesn't stop to count the odds," Laverick said grimly. "I saw a chance of salvation and I went for it. And

They walked once more to the cashier's desk. A stranger greeted them. Laverick produced his receipt.

"I should like the packet I deposited here this evening," he said. "I am sorry to trouble you, but I find that I

The clerk glanced at the receipt and up at the clock. "I am afraid, sir," he answered, "that we cannot get at it

"Mr. Dean has just gone home," the man declared, "and he is the only one who knows the combination on the

'L' safe. You see, sir," he continued, "we keep this particular safe for documents, and we did not expect that

"After all," he said, "perhaps tomorrow morning would be better. There's no need to get shirty with these

fellows. As a matter of fact, I don't think that I should have dared to receive it without making some special

preparations. I can get some plain clothes men here upon whom I can rely, at nine o'clock."

"Tell me," Laverick asked, "do you know who the man was who forged my name to the order a few hours

"It was Adolf Kahn, an Austrian spy. I have been watching him for days. If they'd given him the paper I had

four men at the door, but it would have been touch and go. He is a very prince of conspirators, that fellow. To

Bellamy was drawing on his gloves when the hallporter brought a note to Laverick.

Laverick tore open the envelope. The contents consisted of a few words only, written on plain notepaper

Laverick frowned, turned over the half sheet of paper and looked once more at the envelope. Then he passed

"What could any one make of it?" he remarked, laconically. "Do you know the handwriting?"

"Never saw it before, to my knowledge," Laverick answered. "What should you do about it?"

"I am," Laverick answered. "Is Miss Leneveu there? Can she speak to me herself?"

"She is not here," the voice continued. "She was fetched away in a hurry from the theatre we understood by

her brother. She left two and sixpence with the doorkeeper here to ring you up and explain that she had been

summoned to her brother's rooms, 25, Jermyn Street, and would you kindly go on there."

There was no reply. Laverick remained speechless, listening intently. He stood still with the receiver pressed

to his ear. Was it his fancy, or was that really Zoe's protesting voice which he heard in the background? It

"Who are you?" he asked fiercely. "Miss Leneveu is there with you. Why does she not speak for herself?"

"Miss Leneveu is not here," was the answer. "I have done what she desired. You can please yourself whether

The connection was gone. Laverick laid down the receiver and stepped out of the booth.

"After all," he remarked, "I have changed my plans. I shall not leave the hotel. I am going to telephone round

to my man to bring me some clothes. By the bye, do you mind telling me whether this message which you

have just received had anything to do with the little affair in which we are interested?"

"Not directly," Laverick answered, after a moment's hesitation. "The message was from a young lady. I have

They stood at the entrance to the hotel together while a taxicab was summoned. Laverick stepped quickly in.

"I think, my friend Laverick," he said softly, "that you will need some one to look after you tonight."

Certainly it was a strange little gathering that waited in Morrison's room for the coming of Laverick. There

was Lassen flushed, ugly, breathing heavily, and watching the door with fixed, beady eyes. There was Adolf

Kahn, the man who had strolled out from the Milan Hotel as Laverick had entered it, leaving the forged order

behind him. There was Streuss stern, and desperate with anxiety. There was Morrison himself, in the

clothes of a workman, worn to a shadow, with the furtive gleam of terrified guilt shining in his sunken eyes,

and the slouched shoulders and broken mien of the habitual criminal. There was Zoe, around whom they were

all standing, with anger burning in her cheeks and gleaming out of her passionfilled eyes. She, too, like the

Streuss, not for the first time, moved to the window and drawing aside the curtains looked down into the

"More courage than you who keep a girl here against her will!" Zoe panted, looking at him defiantly. "More

"Shut up, Zoe!" Morrison exclaimed harshly. "There is nothing for you to be furious about or frightened. No

one wants to illtreat you. These gentlemen all want to behave kindly to us. It is Laverick they want."

"And you," she cried, "are content to stand by and let him walk into a trap you let them even use my name

to bring him here! Arthur, be a man! Have nothing more to do with them. Help me to get away from this

place. Call out. Do something instead of standing there and wasting the precious minutes."

"I'll do something in a minute," he declared savagely, "something you won't like, either. Keep your mouth

"Young lady," he said quietly, "let me beg you not to distress yourself so. I sincerely trust that nothing

unpleasant will happen. If it does, I promise you that we will arrange for your temporary absence. You shall

"And as regards your brother, have a care, young lady," Lassen growled. "If any one's in danger, it's he. He'll

"Zoe," he whispered hoarsely, "don't you understand ? If they can't get what they want from Laverick, they'll

visit it upon me. They're desperate, I tell you. They mean mischief all the time."

"Yet you let him be brought here, your partner who looked after you when you were ill, and who helped you

"When it comes to a matter of life or death, it's every man for himself. Besides, if I'd known as much about

Laverick as I know now, I'm not sure that I should have been so ready to go not emptyhanded, by any

"What have you done that you should be so much in the power of these people?" she demanded, fixing her

The terror whitened his face once more. The perspiration stood out in beads upon his forehead.

"Don't dare to ask me questions!" he exclaimed nervously. "I should like to know what Laverick is to you, eh,

that you take so much interest in him? Listen here, my fine young lady. If I've been mug enough to do the

dirty work, he hasn't made any bones about taking advantage of it. He's a nice sort of sportsman, I can tell

The man at the window suddenly dropped the curtain and spoke across the room to them all.

A little thrill seemed to pass through the room. Zoe made no attempt to cry out. Instead she leaned forward

towards the door, as though listening. Her attitude seemed harmless enough. No one took any more notice of

her. They all watched the entrance to the apartment. Zoe remembered the two flights of stairs. She was

absorbed in a breathless calculation. Now now he should be coming quite close. Her whole being was

concentrated upon one effort of listening. At last she raised her head. The room resounded with her cries.

"Don't come in! Don't come in here!" she shrieked. "Mr. Laverick, do you hear? Go away! Don't come in

Her brother was the first to reach her, his hand fell upon her mouth brutally. Her little effort was naturally a

failure defeating, in fact, its own object. Laverick, hearing her cries, simply hastened his coming, threw

open the door without waiting to knock, and stepped quickly across the threshold. He saw a man dressed in

shabby workman's clothes, unshaven, dishevelled, holding Zoe in a rough grasp, and with a single

welldirected blow he sent him reeling across the room. Then something in the man's cry, a momentary

Arthur Morrison was crouching in a corner of the room, his evil face turned upon his aggressor. Laverick

took quick stock of his surroundings. There was the tall, fair young man Adolf Kahn whom he had seen at

the Milan a few hours ago the man who had unsuccessfully forged his name. There was Lassen, the man

who, under pretence of being her manager, had been a spy upon Louise. There was Streuss, with blanched

face and hard features, standing with his back to the door. There was Zoe, and, behind, her brother. She held

"I did not want you to come here, Mr. Laverick," she cried softly. "I tried so hard to stop you. It was not I

Then a movement in the room warned him, and he was suddenly on guard. Lassen was close to his side, some

evil purpose plainly enough written in his pasty face and unwholesome eyes. Laverick gave him his left

shoulder and sent him staggering across the floor. He was angry at having been outwitted and his eyes

"Well, gentlemen," he exclaimed, "you seem to have taken unusual pains to secure my presence here! Tell me

It was Streuss who became spokesman. He addressed Laverick with the consideration of one gentleman

addressing another. His voice had many agreeable qualities. His demeanor was entirely amicable.

"Mr. Laverick," he answered, "let us first apologize if we used a little subterfuge to procure for us the

pleasure of your visit. We are men who are in earnest, and across whose path you have either wilfully or

"As to who we are," Streuss answered, "does that really matter? I repeat that we are men who are in earnest

let that be enough. As to what we want, it is a certain document to which we have every claim, and which has

come into your possession I flatter you somewhat, Mr. Laverick, if I say by chance."

"Let that go," he said. "I know all about the document you refer to, and the notes. They were contained in a

pocketbook which it is perfectly true has come into my possession. Prove your claim to both and you shall

"You will admit that our claim, since we know of its existence," he asked suavely, "is equal to yours?"

"Certainly," Laverick answered, "but then I never had any idea of keeping either the document or the money.

That your claim is better than mine is no guarantee that there is not some one else whose title is better still."

"Be reasonable, Mr. Laverick," he begged. "We are men of peace when peace is possible. The money of

which you spoke you can consider as treasure trove, if you will, but it is our intention to possess ourselves of

the document. It is for that reason that we are here in London. I, personally, am committed to the extent of my

A declaration of war, courteously veiled but decisive. Laverick looked around him a little defiantly, and

"You know very well that I do not carry it about with me," he said. "The gentleman on my left," he added,

"Quite so," Streuss admitted. "We are not doing you the injustice to suppose that you would be so foolhardy

as to trust yourself anywhere with that document upon your person. It is in the safe at the Milan Hotel. I may

add that probably, if it had not occurred to you to change your quarters, it would have been in our possession

before now. We are hoping to persuade you to return to the hotel with one of our friends here, and procure it."

"As it happens," Laverick remarked, "that is impossible. The man who set the combination for that particular

safe has gone off duty, and will not be back again at the hotel till tomorrow morning."

"But he is to be found," Streuss answered easily. "His present whereabouts and his address are known to us.

He lives with his family at Harvard Court, Hampstead. We shall assist you in making it worth his while to

"It is our business. The question for you to decide, and to decide immediately, is whether you are ready to

end this, in some respects, constrained situation, and give your word to place that document in our hands."

"We have a certain hold upon you," Streuss continued slowly. "Your partner Mr. Morrison's position in

connection with the murder in Crooked Friars' Alley is, as you may have surmised, a somewhat unfortunate

one. Your own I will not allude to. I will simply suggest that for both your sakes publicity any measure of

Laverick hesitated. He understood all that was implied. Morrison's eyes were fixed upon him the eyes of a

craven coward. He felt the intensity of the moment. Then Zoe turned suddenly towards him.

"You are not to give it up!" she cried, with trembling lips. "They cannot hurt you, and it is not true about

Kahn, who was nearest, clapped his hand over her mouth and Laverick knocked him down. Instantly the

pacific atmosphere of the room was changed. Lassen and Morrison closed swiftly upon Laverick from

"Mr. Laverick," he said, "we are not here to be trifled with. Keep your sister quiet, Morrison, or, by God,

Laverick looked at the revolver fascinated, for an instant, by its unexpected appearance. The face of the

"It's the dock for you both!" Streuss exclaimed fiercely, "for you, Laverick, and you, Morrison, too, if you

play with us any longer! One of you's a murderer and the other receives the booty. Who are you to have

scruples criminals, both of you? Your place is in the dock, and you shall be there within twentyfour hours

if there are any more evasions. Now, Laverick, will you fetch that document? It is your last chance."

Upon the breathless silence that followed a quiet voice intervened a voice calm and emotionless, tinged

with a measure of polite inquiry. Yet its level utterance fell like a bomb among the little company. The

curtain separating this from the inner room had been drawn a few feet back, and Bellamy was standing there,

in black overcoat and white muffler, his silk hat on the back of his head, his left hand, carefully gloved,

For a moment the development of the situation remained uncertain. The gleaming barrel of Streuss's revolver

changed its destination. Bellamy glanced at it with the pleased curiosity of a child.

"I really ought not to have intruded," he continued amiably. "I happened to hear the address my friend

Laverick gave to the taxicab driver, and I was particularly anxious to have a word or two with him before I

Streuss was surely something of a charlatan! His revolver had disappeared. The smile upon his lips was both

"One is always only too pleased to welcome Mr. Bellamy anywhere anyhow," he declared. "If apologies

are needed at all," he continued, "it is to our friend and host Mr. Morrison here. Permit me Mr. Arthur

Morrison could do no more than stare. Bellamy, on the contrary, with a little bow came further into the

apartment, removing his hat from his head. Lassen glided round behind him, remaining between Bellamy and

the heavy curtains. Adolf Kahn moved as though unconsciously in front of the door of the room in which

"I am afraid," he said, "that I must not stay for more than a moment. I have a car full of friends below we

are on our way, in fact, to the Covent Garden Ball and one or two of them, I fear," he added indulgently,

"have already reached that stage of exhilaration which such an entertainment in England seems to demand.

They will certainly come and rout me out if I am here much longer. There!" he exclaimed, "you hear that?"

There was the sound of a motor horn from the street below. Streuss, with an oath trembling upon his lips,

lifted the blind. There were two motorcars waiting there large cars with Limousine bodies, and apparently

"Since we are to lose you, then Mr. Laverick," Streuss remarked with a gesture of farewell, "let us say good

night. The little matter of business which we were discussing can be concluded with your partner."

"You are coming back to your own rooms, Miss Leneveu," he said. "You must let me offer you my escort."

She half rose, but in obedience to a gesture from Streuss Morrison moved near to them.

"If you leave me here, Laverick," he muttered beneath his breath, "if you leave me to these hounds, do you

know what they will do? They will hand me over to the police they have sworn it!"

"They stopped me as I was boarding the steamer," Morrison declared. "I tell you they have eyes everywhere.

You cannot move without their knowledge. I had to come. Now that I am here they have told me plainly the

price of my freedom. It is that document. Laverick, it is my life! You must give in you must, indeed!

"You fool, of course you are!" Morrison whispered hoarsely. "Didn't you come into the entry and take the

pocketbook? Heaven knows what possessed you to do it! Heaven knows how you found the pluck to use the

money! But you did it, and you are a criminal a criminal as I am. Don't be a fool, Laverick. Make terms

with these people. They want the document the document nothing but the document! They will let us

"And you?" Laverick asked, turning suddenly to Zoe. "What do you say about all this?"

Louise welcomed her visitor eagerly with outstretched hands, which Bellamy raised for a moment to his lips.

Then she turned toward the third person, who had also risen at the opening of the door a short, somewhat

thickset man, with swarthy complexion, closecropped black hair, and upturned black moustache.

"You remember Prince Rosmaran ?" she said to Bellamy. "He left Servia only the day before yesterday. He

"I think," he remarked, "I had the honor of meeting you once before, Prince, at the opening of the Servian

Parliament two years ago. It was just then, I believe, that you were elected to lead the patriotic party."

"My leadership, I fear," he declared, "has brought little good to my unhappy country."

"It is a terrible crisis through which your nation is passing," Bellamy reminded him sympathetically. "At the

same time, we must not despair. Austria holds out her clenched hands, but as yet she has not dared to strike."

"As yet, no!" he answered. "But how long how long, I wonder before the blow falls? We in Servia have

been blamed for arming ourselves, but I tell you that today the Austrian troops are being secretly

concentrated on the frontier. Their arsenals are working night and day. Her soldiers are manoeuvering almost

within sight of Belgrade. We have hoped against hope, yet in our hearts we know that our fate was sealed

"Nothing is certain," Bellamy declared restlessly. "England has been illgoverned for a great many years, but

"It is arranged," he said, "finished. Tomorrow morning at nine o'clock I receive it."

"It is locked up in a powerful safe," he explained, "and the clerk who has the combination will not be on duty

again till nine. Laverick is there simply waiting for the hour. You were right, Louise, as usual. I should have

"There is a rumor," he said, "that some secret information concerning the compact of Vienna has found its

"We three have no secrets from one another," the Prince declared. "Our interests in this matter are absolutely

identical. What you suggest, Mr. Bellamy, is the truth. There is a rumor that the Chancellor, in the first few

moments of his illness, gave valuable information to some one who is likely to have communicated it to the

Government here. To be forewarned is to be forearmed. That, I know, is one of your own mottoes. So I am

"I reached Charing Cross at midnight," the Prince answered. "Our train was an hour late. I am presenting my

credentials early this morning, and I am hoping for an interview during the afternoon."

"It is true!" he said. "Between us three there is indeed no need for secrecy. The information you speak of will

be in our hands within a few hours. I have no doubt whatever but that your Minister will share in it."

"I think so," Bellamy answered, glancing at the clock. "For my own part, although the information itself is

invaluable, I see another and a profounder source of interest in that document. If, indeed, it is what we believe

"I," said he, "I am not even a politician. But, you know, the lookerson see a good deal of the game, and in

my opinion there is only one course open for this country, to work upon Russia so that she withdraws from

any compact she may have entered into with Austria and Germany, to accept Germany's cooperation with

Austria in the despoilment of your country as a casus belli, and to declare war at once while our fleet is

"It is good," he admitted, "to hear man's talk once more. Wherever one moves, people bow the head before

the might of Germany and Austria. Let them alone but a little longer, and they will indeed rule Europe."

"And I," Bellamy declared. "Come to my rooms at ten o'clock tomorrow morning, Prince, and you shall hear

Bellamy lingered behind. For a moment he held Louise in his arms and gazed sorrowfully into her weary

"Worth while," she answered, opening her eyes and looking at him, "to feel the mother love? Who can help it

"We can do no more than toil to the end," she said. "David, you are sure this time?"

"I am sure," he replied. "I am going back now to the hotel where Laverick is staying. We are going to sit

together and smoke until the morning. Nothing short of an army could storm the hotel. I was with them all

only an hour ago, Streuss, that blackguard Lassen, and Adolf Kahn, the police spy. They are beaten men

and they know it. They had Laverick, had him by a trick, but I made a dramatic entrance and the game was

Bellamy walked from Dover Street to the Strand. The streets were almost brilliant with the cold, hard

moonlight. The air seemed curiously keen. Once or twice the fall of his feet upon the pavement was so clear

and distinct that he fancied he was being followed and glanced sharply around. He reached the Milan Hotel,

however, without adventure, and looked towards the little open space in the hall where he had expected to

find Laverick. There was no one there! He stood still for a moment, troubled with a sudden sense of

apprehension. The place was deserted except for a couple of sleepylooking clerks and a small army of

cleaners busy with their machines down in the restaurant, moving about like mysterious figures in the dim

"Do you happen to know what has become of the gentleman whom I was with about an hour ago?" he asked,

"Why, yes, sir!" he answered with a somewhat mysterious air. "Mr. Laverick was sitting over there in an

easychair until about halfanhour ago. Then two gentlemen arrived in a taxicab and inquired for him.

"Went away with them?" he repeated. "I don't understand that, Reynolds. He was to have waited here till I

"It didn't strike me, sir," he said, "that Mr. Laverick was very wishful to go. It seemed as though he hadn't

"Mr. Bellamy, sir," the hallporter replied, "I knew one of those gentlemen by sight. He was a detective from

"I am afraid there was no doubt about it, sir," the man answered. "Mr. Laverick was arrested on some

Into New Oxford Street, one of the ceaseless streams of polyglot humanity, came Zoe from her cheerless day

bound for the theatre. She was a little whiter, a little more tired than usual. All day long she had heard

nothing of Laverick. All day long she had sat in her tiny room with the memory of that horrible night before

her. She had tried in vain to sleep, she had made no effort whatever to eat. She knew now why Arthur

Morrison had fled away. She knew the cause of that paroxysm of fear in which he had sought her out. The

horror of the whole thing had crept into her blood like poison. Life was once more a dreary, profitless

struggle. All the wonderful dreams, which had made existence seem almost like a fairytale for this last

week, had faded away. She was once more a mournful little waif among the pitiless crowds.

She turned to the left and past the Holborn Tube. Boys were shouting everywhere the contents of the evening

papers. Nearly every one seemed to be carrying one of the pink sheets. She herself passed on with unseeing

eyes. News was nothing to her. Governments might rise and fall, war might come and go, she had still life

to support, a friendless little life, too, on two pounds fifteen shillings a week. The news they shouted fell

upon deaf ears, but one boy unfurled almost before her eyes the headlines of his sheet.

She came to a sudden stop and pulled out her purse. Her fingers trembled so that the penny fell on to the

pavement. The boy picked it up willingly enough, however, and she passed on with the paper in her hand.

Early yesterday morning Mr. Stephen Laverick, of the firm of Laverick Morrison, Stockbrokers, Old Broad

Street, was arrested at the Milan Hotel on the charge of being concerned in the murder of a person unknown,

in Crooked Friars' Alley, on Monday last. The accused, who made no reply to the charge, was removed to

Bow Street PoliceStation. Particulars of his examination before the magistrates will be found on page 4.

There was a dull singing in her ears. An electric tram, coming up from the underground passage, seemed to

bring with it some sort of thunder from an unknown world. She staggered on, unseeing, gasping for breath. If

she could find somewhere to sit down! If she could only rest for a moment! Then a sudden wave of strength

came to her, the blood flowed once more in her veins blood that was hot with anger, that stained her cheeks

with a spot of red. It was the man she loved, this, being made to suffer falsely. It was the fulfilment of their

threat a deliberate plot against him. The murderer of Crooked Friars' Alley she knew who that was! she

She had not the slightest recollection of the remainder of that walk, but she found herself presently sitting in a

quiet corner of the theatre with the paper spread out before her. She read that Stephen Laverick had been

brought before Mr. Rawson, the magistrate of Bow Street Police Court, on a warrant charging him with

having been concerned with the murder of a person unknown, and that he had pleaded "Not Guilty!" Her eyes

glittered as she read that the first witness called was Mr. Arthur Morrison, late partner of the accused. She

read his deposition that he had left Laverick at their offices at eleven o'clock on the night in question, that

they were at that time absolutely without means, and had no prospect of meeting their engagements on the

morrow. She read the evidence of Mr. Fenwick, bank manager, to the effect that Mr. Laverick had, on the

following morning, deposited with him the sum of twenty thousand pounds in Bank of England notes, by

means of which the engagements of the firm were duly met, that those notes had since been redeemed, and

that he had no idea of their present whereabouts. She read, too, the evidence of Adolf Kahn, an Austrian

visiting this country upon private business, who deposed that he was in the vicinity just before midnight, that

he saw a person, whom he identified as the accused, walking down the street and, after disappearing for a few

minutes down the entry, return and reenter the offices from which he had issued. He explained his presence

there by the fact that he was waiting for a clerk employed by the Goldfields' Corporation, Limited, whose

offices were close by. Further formal evidence was given, and a remand asked for. The accused's solicitor

was on the point of addressing the court when Mr. Rawson was unfortunately taken ill. After waiting for

some time, the case was adjourned until the next day, and the accused man was removed in custody.

Zoe laid down the paper and rose to her feet. She made her way to where the stagemanager was

"Rehearsal postponed," he declared solemnly. "Shall you be back for the evening performance, or shall we

His clumsy irony missed its mark. Her thoughts were too intensely focussed upon one thing.

"Look here," he said, "you were absent from the performance the other evening, and now you are skipping

rehearsal without even waiting for permission. It can't be done, young lady. You must do your playing around

some other time. If you're not here when you're called, you needn't trouble to turn up again. Do you

Her lips quivered and the sense of impending disaster which seemed to be brooding over her life became

"I'll come back as soon as I can," she promised, with a little break in her voice, "as soon as ever I can, Mr.

She hurried out of the theatre and took her place once more among the hurrying throng of pedestrians.

Several people turned round to look at her. Her white face, tightdrawn mouth, and eyes almost unnaturally

large, seemed to have become the abidingplace for tragedy. She herself saw no one. She would have taken a

cab, but a glimpse at the contents of her purse dissuaded her. She walked steadily on to Jermyn Street, walked

up the stairs to the third floor, and knocked at her brother's door. No one answered her at first. She turned the

handle and entered to find the room empty. There were sounds, however, in the further apartment, and she

"I want to speak to you, Arthur. I must speak to you. Please come as quickly as you can."

He growled something and in a few moments he appeared. He was wearing the morning clothes in which he

had attended court earlier in the day, but the change in him was perhaps all the more marked by reason of this

resumption of his old attire. His cheeks were hollow, his eyes scarcely for an instant seemed to lose that

feverish gleam of terror with which he had returned from Liverpool. He knew very well what she had come

"I wish you wouldn't come to these rooms, Zoe," he said. "I've told you before they're bachelors' apartments,

"I was brought here last time without any particular desire on my part," she answered, looking him in the

face. "I've come now to ask you what accursed plot this is against Stephen Laverick? What were you doing in

"If you've come to talk rubbish like that," he declared roughly, "you'd better be off."

"No, it is not rubbish!" she went on fearlessly. "I think I can understand what it is that has happened. They

have terrified you and bribed you until you are willing to do any despicable thing even this. Your father

was good to my mother, Arthur, and I have tried to feel towards you as though you were indeed a relation.

But nothing of that counts. I want you to realize that I know the truth, and that I will not see an innocent man

He moved a step towards her. They were on opposite sides of the small round table which stood in the centre

"Isn't it plain enough?" she exclaimed. "You came to my rooms a week or so ago, a terrified, brokendown

man. If ever there was guilt in a man's face, it was in yours. You sent for Laverick. He pitied you and helped

you away. At Liverpool they would not let you embark these men. They have brought you back here. You

are their tool. But you know very well, Arthur, that it was not Stephen Laverick who killed the man in

A note of passion suddenly crept into her voice. Her little white hand, with its accusing forefinger, shot out

"Because it was you, Arthur Morrison, who committed that crime," she cried, "and sooner than another man

He was, for the moment, absolutely speechless, pale as death, with nervously twitching lips and fingers. But

"Never mind," she answered. "I know and I guess quite enough to convince me and I think anybody else

that you are the guilty man. I would have helped you and shielded you, whatever it cost me, but I will not do

"He is nothing to me," she replied, "but the best of friends. Even were he less than that, do you suppose that I

"You are talking nonsense, Zoe," he said, "nonsense! Even if there has been some little mistake, what could

I do now? I have given my evidence. So far as I am concerned, the case is finished. I shall not be called again

"Then you had better go to the magistrates tomorrow morning and take back your evidence," she declared

"Zoe," he gasped, "don't try me too high. This thing has upset me. I'm ill. Can't you see it, Zoe? Look at me. I

haven't slept for weeks. Night and day I've had the fear the fear always with me. You don't know what it is

you can't imagine. It's like a terrible ghost, keeping pace with you wherever you go, laying his icy finger

upon you whenever you would rest, mocking at you when you try to drown thought even for a moment. Don't

you try me too far, Zoe. I'm not responsible. Laverick isn't the man you think him to be. He isn't the man I

"Listen to me, Zoe," Morrison continued, leaning across the table. "Come and stay with me for a time and we

will go away for a week somewhere to the seaside. e will talk about this and think it over. I want to get

away from London. We will go to Brighton, if you like. must do something for you, Zoe. I'm afraid I've

neglected you a good deal. Perhaps I could get you a better part at one of the theatres. I must make you an

"I want nothing from you, Arthur," she said, "except this that you speak the truth."

"But, good God, Zoe!" he exclaimed, "do you know what it is that you are asking me? Do you want me to go

into court and say 'That isn't the man... It is I who am the murderer'? Do you want me to feel their hands

upon my shoulder, to be put there in the dock and have all the people staring at me curiously because they

know that before very long I am to stand upon the scaffold and have that rope around my neck and "

He broke off with a low cry, wringing his hands like a child in a fit of impotent terror. But the girl in front of

"Arthur," she said, "crime is a terrible thing, but nothing in the world can alter its punishment. If it is frightful

for you to think of this, what must it be for him? And you are guilty and he is not."

"I was mad!" Morrison went on, now almost beside himself. "Zoe, I was mad! I called there to have a drink.

We were broke, the firm was broke. I'd a hundred or so in my pocket and I was going to bolt the next day.

And there, within a few yards of me, was that man, with such a roll of notes as I had never seen in my life.

Five hundred pounds, every one of them, and a wad as thick as my fists. Zoe, they fascinated me. I had two

drinks quickly and I followed him out. Somehow or other, I found that I'd caught up a knife that was on the

counter. I never meant to hurt him seriously, but I wanted some of those notes! I was leaving the next day for

Africa and I hadn't enough money to make a fair start. I wanted it my God, how I wanted money!"

"I was mad," he continued. "I saw the notes and they went to my head. Men do wild things sometimes when

they are drunk, or for love. I don't drink much, and I'm not over fond of women, but, my God, money is like

the blood of my body to me! I saw it, and I wanted it and I wanted it, and I went mad! Zoe, you won't give

"He'll get off," Morrison assured her thickly. "I tell you he'll get off. He's only to part with the document,

which never belonged to him, and the charge will be withdrawn. They know who the murdered man was.

They know where the money came from which he was carrying. I tell you he can save himself. You wouldn't

"Stephen Laverick will never give up that document to those people," she declared. "I am sure of that."

"Listen," he said, "I can't let you go like this. You must tell me that you are not going to give me up. Do you

"I can make no promises, Arthur," she answered sadly, "only this I shall not let Stephen Laverick suffer in

He opened his hand and she shrank back, terrified, when she saw what it was that he was holding. Then he

Late that afternoon the hallporter at the Milan Hotel, the commissionaire, and the chief maitre d'hotel from

the Caf�, who happened to be in the hall, together with several others around the place who knew Stephen

Laverick by sight, were treated to an unexpected surprise. A large closed motorcar drove up to the front

entrance and several men descended, among whom was Laverick himself. He nodded to the hallporter,

whose salute was purely mechanical, and making his way without hesitation to the interior of the hotel,

presented his receipt at the cashier's desk and asked for his packet. The clerk looked up at him in amazement.

He did not, for the moment, notice that the two men standing immediately behind bore the stamp of

plainclothes policemen. He had only a few minutes ago finished reading the report of Laverick's

examination before the magistrates and his remand until the morrow, upon the charge of murder. His

knowledge of English law was by no means perfect, but he was at least aware that Laverick's appearance

"Your packet, sir!" he repeated, in amazement. "Why, this is Mr. Laverick himself, is it not?"

The clerk called the head cashier, who also stared at Laverick as though he were a ghost. They whispered

together in the background for a moment, and their faces were a study in perplexity. Of Laverick's identity,

however, there was no manner of doubt. Besides, the presence of what was obviously a very ample escort

"We shall be exceedingly glad, Mr. Laverick," he said dryly, "to get rid of your packet. Your instructions

were that we should disregard all orders to hand it over to any person whatsoever, and I may say that they

have been strictly adhered to. We have, however, had two applications in your name this morning."

The cashier hesitated. Then he leaned across the broad mahogany counter towards Laverick. One of the men

who appeared to form part of the escort detached himself from them and approached a few steps nearer.

"He is my solicitor," Laverick answered, "and is entirely in my confidence. If you have anything to tell me, I

Bellamy, who was standing a little in the background, took his place by Laverick's side. The cashier, who

"Beside these two forged orders, sir," he said, turning again to Laverick, "we have had a man who took a

room in the hotel leave a small black bag here, which he insisted upon having deposited in our document

safe. My assistant had accepted it and was actually locking it up when he noticed a faint sound inside which

he could not understand. The bag was opened and found to contain an infernal machine which would have

"I seem to have given you a great deal of trouble," Laverick remarked quietly. "I gather, however, from what

"It is, sir," the man assented. "We have two detectives from Scotland Yard here at the present moment,

though, and we had almost decided to place it in their charge for greater security."

The cashier and his clerk led the way into the inner office. At their invitation Laverick and his solicitor

followed, and a few yards behind came the two plainclothes policemen, Bellamy, and the superintendent.

The safe was opened and the packet placed in Laverick's hands. He passed it on at once to Bellamy, and

immediately afterwards the doorway behind was thronged with men, apparently ordinary loiterers around the

hotel. They made a slow and exceedingly cautious exit. Once outside, Bellamy turned to Laverick with

"Au revoir and good luck, old chap!" he said heartily. "I think you'll find things go your way all right

He departed, forming one of a somewhat singular cavalcade two of his friends on either side, two in front,

and two behind. It had almost the appearance of a procession. The whole party stepped into a closed

motorcar. Three or four men were lounging on the pavement and there was some excited whispering, but no

one actually interfered. As soon as they had left the courtyard, Laverick and his solicitor, with his own guard,

reentered the motorcar in which they had arrived, and drove back to Bow Street. Very few words were

exchanged during the short journey. His solicitor, however, bade him goodnight cheerfully, and Laverick's

In Downing Street, within the next halfanhour, a somewhat remarkable little gathering took place. The two

men chiefly responsible for the destinies of the nation the Prime Minister and the Secretary of State for

Foreign Affairs sat side by side before a small table. Facing them was Bellamy, and spread out in front

were those few pages of foolscap, released from their envelope a few minutes ago for the first time since the

hand of the great Chancellor himself had pressed down the seal. The Foreign Minister had just finished a

translation for the benefit of his colleague, and the two men were silent, as men are in the presence of big

"Bellamy," the Prime Minister said slowly, "you are willing to stake, I presume, your reputation upon the

"My honor and my life, if you will," Bellamy answered earnestly. "That is no copy which you have there. On

The Prime Minister turned silently towards his colleague. The latter, whose eyes still seemed glued to those

"All I can say is this," he remarked impressively, "that never in my time have I seen written words possessed

He touched the bell, and his private secretary entered at once from an adjoining room.

"Anthony," he said, "telephone to the Great Western Railway Company at Paddington. Ask for the station

master in my name, and see that a special train is held ready to depart for Windsor in halfanhour. Tell the

stationmaster that all ordinary traffic must be held up, but that the destination of the special is not to be

"The more I consider this matter," the Foreign Minister went on, "the more miraculous does the appearance

of this document seem. We know now why the Czar is struggling so frantically to curtail his visit why he

came, as it were, under protest, and seeks everywhere for an opportunity to leave before the appointed time.

His health is all right. He has had a hint from Vienna that there has been a leakage. His special mission only

reached Paris this morning. The President is in the country and their audience is not fixed until tomorrow.

Rawson will go over with a copy of these papers and a dispatch from His Majesty by the nine o'clock train. It

He drew his chief a few steps away. They whispered together for several moments. When they returned, the

"Anthony," he said, "Sir James and I will be leaving in a few minutes for Windsor. Go round yourself to

General Hamilton, telephone to Aldershot for Lord Neville, and call round at the Admiralty Board for Sir

John Harrison. Tell them all to be here at ten o'clock tonight. If I am not back, they must wait. If either of

them have royal commands, you need only repeat the word 'Finisterre.' They will understand."

"It will be worth a great deal," he remarked, with a grim smile, "to see His Majesty's face when he reads this."

"It would be worth a great deal more," his fellow statesman answered dryly, "to be with his August cousin at

the interview which will follow. A month ago, the thought that war might come under our administration was

a continual terror to me. Today things are entirely different. Today it really seems that if war does come, it

may be the most glorious happening for England of this century. You saw the last report from Kiel?"

"There isn't a battleship or a cruiser worth a snap of the fingers south of the German Ocean," his colleague

continued earnestly. "They are cooped up safe enough, they think under the shelter of their fortifications.

Hamilton has another idea. Between you and me, Sir James, so have I. I tell you," he went on, in a deeper and

more passionate tone, "it's like the passing of a terrible nightmare this. We have had ten years of panic, of

nervous fears of a German invasion, and no one knows more than you and I, Sir James, how much cause we

have had for those fears. It will seem strange if, after all, history has to write that chapter differently."

The secretary reentered and announced the result of his telephone interview with the superintendent at

Paddington. The two great men rose. The Prime Minister held out his hand to Bellamy.

"Bellamy," he declared, "you've done us one more important service. There may be work for you within the

next few weeks, but you've earned a rest for a day or two, at any rate. There is nothing more we can do?"

"Nothing except a letter to the Home Secretary, Sir James," Bellamy answered. "Remember, sir, that although

I have worked hard, the man to whom we really owe those papers is Stephen Laverick."

"It's a difficult situation, Bellamy," he said. "You are asking a great deal when you suggest that we should

interfere in the slightest manner with the course of justice. You are absolutely convinced, I suppose, that this

"The murdered man has never been identified by the police," Sir James remarked. "Who was he?"

"His name was Rudolph Von Behrling," Bellamy announced, "and he was actually the Chancellor's nephew,

also his private secretary. I have told you the history, sir, of those papers. It was Von Behrling who, without a

doubt, murdered the American journalist and secured them. It was he who insisted upon coming to London

instead of returning with them to Vienna, which would have been the most obvious course for him to have

adopted. He was a pauper, and desperately in love with a certain lady who has helped me throughout this

matter. He agreed to part with the papers for twenty thousand pounds, and the lady incidentally promised to

elope with him the same night. I met him by appointment at that little restaurant in the city, paid him the

twenty thousand pounds, and received the false packet which you remember I brought to you, sir. As a matter

of fact, Von Behrling, either by accident or design, and no man now will ever know which, left me with those

papers which I was supposed to have bought in his possession, and also the money. Within five minutes he

was murdered. Doubtless we shall know sometime by whom, but it was not by Stephen Laverick. Laverick's

share in the whole thing was nothing but this that he found the pocketbook, and that he made use of the

notes in his business for twentyfour hours to save himself from ruin. That was unjustifiable, of course. He

has made atonement. The notes at this minute are in a safe deposit vault and will be returned intact to the

fund from which they came. I want, also, to impress upon you, Sir James, the fact that Baron de Streuss

Sir James nodded thoughtfully. He stooped down and scrawled a few lines on half a sheet of notepaper.

"You must take this to Lord Estcourt at once," he said, "and tell him the whole affair, omitting all specific

information as to the nature of the papers. The thing must be arranged, of course."

Halfadozen reporters, who had somehow got hold of the fact that the Prime Minister and his colleague

from the Foreign Office were going down to Windsor on a special mission, followed them, but even they

remained altogether in the dark as to the events which were really transpiring. They knew nothing of the

interview between the Czar and his August host an interview which in itself was a chapter in the history of

these times. They knew nothing of the reason of their royal visitor's decision to prolong his visit instead of

shortening it, or of his autograph letter to the President of the French Republic, which reached Paris even

before the special mission from St. Petersburg had presented themselves. The one thing which they did know,

and that alone was significant enough, was that the Czar's Foreign Minister was cabled for that night to come

to his master by special train from St. Petersburg. At the Austrian and German Embassies, forewarned by a

report from Baron de Streuss, something like consternation reigned. The Russian Ambassador, heckled to

death, took refuge at Windsor under pretence of a command from his royal master. The happiest man in

At midday on the following morning Laverick stepped down from the dock at Bow Street and, as the

evening papers put it, "in company with his friends left the court." The proceedings altogether took scarcely

more than halfanhour. Laverick's solicitor first put Shepherd in the box, who gave his account of

Morrison's visit to the restaurant, spoke of his hurried exit, and identified the knife which he had seen him

snatch up. Crossexamined as to why he had kept silent, he explained that Mr. Morrison had been a good

customer and he saw no reason why he should give unsolicited evidence which would cost a man his life.

Directly, however, another man had been accused, the matter appeared to him to be altogether different. He

had come forward the moment he had heard of Laverick's ARREST, to offer his evidence.

While the opinion of the court was still undecided, Laverick's solicitor called Miss Zoe Leneveu. A little

murmur of interest ran though the court. Laverick himself started. Zoe stepped into the witnessbox, looking

exceedingly pale, and with a bandage over the upper part of her head. She admitted that she was the

halfsister of Arthur Morrison, although there was no blood relationship. She described his sudden visit to

her rooms on the night of the murder, and his state of great alarm. She declared that he had confessed to her

Her place in the witnessbox was taken by the Honorable David Bellamy. He declared that the prisoner was

an old friend of his, and that the twenty thousand pounds of which he had been recently possessed, had come

from him for investment in Laverick's business. The circumstances, he admitted, were somewhat peculiar,

and until negotiations had been concluded Mr. Laverick had doubtless felt uncertain how to make use of the

money. But he assured the court that there was no person who had any claim to the sum of money in question

save himself, and that he was perfectly aware of the use to which Laverick had put it.

Laverick was discharged within a very few minutes, and a warrant was issued for the apprehension of

Morrison. Laverick found Bellamy waiting for him, and was hurried into his motor.

"Well, you see," the latter exclaimed, "we kept our word! That dear plucky little friend of yours turned the

scale, but in any case I think that there would not have been much trouble about the matter. The magistrate

had received a communication direct from the Home Secretary concerning your case."

"I am very grateful indeed," Laverick declared. "I tell you I think I am very lucky. I wish I knew what had

become of Miss Leneveu. The usher told me she left the court before we came out."

"I asked her to go straight back to her rooms," Bellamy said. "You must excuse me for interfering, Laverick,

but I found her almost in a state of collapse last night in Jermyn Street. I was having Morrison watched, and

my man reported to me that he had left his rooms in a state of great excitement, and that a young lady was

"I did everything I could," Bellamy continued. "I fetched her at once and sent her back to her house with a

hospital nurse and some one to look after her. The wound wasn't serious, but the fellow must have been a

brute indeed to have lifted his hand against such a child. I wonder whether he'll get away."

"I should doubt it," Laverick remarked. "He hasn't the nerve. He'll probably get drunk and blow his brains

Laverick walked up and down the pavement outside Zoe's little house for nearly halfanhour. He had found

the door closed and locked, and a neighbor had informed him that Miss Leneveu had gone out in a cab with

the nurse, some time ago, and had not returned. Laverick sent Bellamy's car back and waited. Presently a

fourwheel cab came round the corner and stopped in front of her house. Laverick opened the door and

helped Zoe out. She was as white as death, and the nurse who was with her was looking anxious.

Zoe had fainted, however, and Laverick hurried out for the doctor. Curiously enough, it was the same man

"She has had a bad scalp wound," he declared, "and her nervous system is very much run down. There is

nothing serious. She seems to have just escaped concussion. The nurse had better stay with her for another

"Not in the least," the doctor answered dryly. "I see worse wounds every day of my life. I'll come again

tomorrow, if you like, but it really isn't necessary with the nurse on the spot."

His natural pessimism was for a moment lightened by the fee which Laverick pressed upon him, and he

departed with a few more encouraging words. Laverick stayed and talked for a short time with the nurse.

"She has gone off to sleep now, sir," the latter announced. "There isn't anything to worry about. She seems as

though she had been having a hard time, though. There was scarcely a thing in the house but half a packet of

"I found these in a drawer when I came," she said. "I had to look round, because there was no money and

"Poor little woman!" he murmured. "I think she'd sooner have starved than ask for help."

"I thought at first that she was rather a vain young lady," she remarked. "An empty larder and a pile of pawn

tickets, and a new hat with a receipted bill for thirty shillings," she added, pointing to the sofa.

"Please keep these," he begged, "and see that she has everything she wants. I shall be here again later in the

day. There is not the slightest need for all this. She will be quite well off for the rest of her life. Will you try

Laverick went reluctantly away. The events of the last few days were becoming more and more like a dream

to him. He went to his club almost from habit. Presently the excitement which all London seemed to be

sharing drove his own personal feelings a little into the background. The air was full of rumors. The Prime

Minister and the Foreign Secretary were spoken of as one speaks of heroes. Nothing was definitely known,

but there was a splendid feeling of confidence that for once in her history England was preparing to justify

The progress of the Czar from Buckingham Palace to the Mansion House, where he had, after all, consented

to lunch with the Lord Mayor, witnessed a popular outburst of enthusiasm absolutely inexplicable to the

general public. It was known that affairs in Central Europe were in a dangerously precarious state, and it was

felt that the Czar's visit here, and the urgent summons which had brought from St. Petersburg his Foreign

Minister, were indications that the long wishedfor entente between Russia and this country was now

actually at hand. There was in the Press a curious reticence with regard to the development of the political

situation. One felt everywhere that it was the calm before the storm that at any moment the great black

headlines might tell of some startling stroke of diplomacy, some dangerous peril averted or defied. The

circumstances themselves of the Czar's visit had been a little peculiar. On his arrival it was announced that,

for reasons of health, the original period of his stay, namely a week, was to be cut down to two days. No

sooner had he arrived at Windsor, however, than a change was announced. The Czar had so far recovered as

to be able even to extend the period at first fixed for his visit. Simultaneously with this, the German and

Austrian Press were full of bitter and barely veiled articles, whose meaning was unmistakable. The Czar had

thrown in his lot at first with Austria and Germany. That he was going deliberately to break away from that

Bellamy and Louise, from a window in Fleet Street, watched him go by. Prince Rosmaran had been specially

bidden to the luncheon, but he, too, had been with them earlier in the morning. Afterwards they turned their

backs upon the city, and as soon as the crowd had thinned made their way to one of the westend restaurants.

"Nevertheless I am convinced that it is true. The humor of the whole thing is that it was our friends in

Germany themselves who pressed the Czar not to altogether cancel his visit for fear of exciting suspicion.

That, of course, was when there seemed to be no question of the news of the Vienna compact leaking out.

They would never have dared to expose a man to such a trial as the Czar must have faced when the resume of

the Vienna proceedings, in the Chancellor's own handwriting, was read to him at Windsor."

"You saw the telegram from Paris?" Louise interposed. "The special mission from St. Petersburg has been

"It all goes to prove what I say," he went on. "Any morning you may expect to hear that Austria and Germany

"He is hiding somewhere in London, without a doubt," Bellamy answered. "There's always plenty of work for

"You are thinking of my own connection with the profession, are you not?" he asked. "Well, that counts for

nothing now. I hope I may still serve my country for many years, but it must be in a different way."

"I heard from my uncle's solicitors this morning," Bellamy continued, "that he is very feeble and cannot live

more than a few months. When he dies, of course, I must take my place in the House of Lords. It is his wish

that I should not leave England again now, so I suppose there is nothing left for me but to give it up. I have

"Your share, indeed," she murmured. "Remember that but for that document which was read to the Czar at

Windsor, Servia must have gone down, and England would have had to take a place among the secondclass

"Louise, very soon we shall know. Until then I will say nothing. But I do not want you altogether to forget

that there has been something in my life dearer to me even than my career for these last few years."

"Dear," she whispered, "things will be altered with you now. I am not fit to be the wife of an English peer I

"I am afraid," he assured her, "that I am democrat enough to think you one of the noblest women on earth.

Why should I not? Your life itself has been a study in devotion. The modern virtues seem almost to ignore

patriotism, yet the love of one's country is a splendid thing. But don't you think, Louise, that we have done

That night another proof of the popular feeling, absolutely spontaneous, broke out in one of the least expected

places. Louise was encored for her wonderful solo in a modern opera of bellicose trend, and instead of

repeating it she came alone on the stage after a few minutes' absence, dressed in Servian national dress. For a

short time the costume was not recognized. Then the music the national hymn of Servia, and the

recollection of her parentage, brought the thing home to the audience. They did not even wait for her to

finish. In the middle of her song the applause broke like a crash of thunder. From the packed gallery to the

stalls they cheered her wildly, madly. A dozen times she came before the curtain. It seemed impossible that

they would ever let her go. Directly she turned to leave the stage, the uproar broke out again. The manager at

last insisted upon it that she should speak a few words. She stood in the centre of the stage amid a silence as

complete as the previous applause had been unanimous. Her voice reached easily to every place in the House.

"I thank you all very much," she said. "I am very happy indeed to be in London, because it is the capital city

of the most generous country in the world the country that is always ready to protect and help her weaker

neighbors. I am a Servian, and I love my country, and therefore," she added, with a little break in her voice,

It was nearly midnight before the audience was got rid of, and the streets of London had not been so

impassable for years. Crowds made their way to the front of Buckingham Palace and on to the War Office,

where men were working late. Everything seemed to denote that the spirit of the country was roused: The

papers next morning made immense capital of the incident, and for the following twentyfour hours suspense

throughout the country was almost at fever height. It was known that the Cabinet Council had been sitting for

six hours. It was known, too, that without the least commotion, with scarcely any movements of ships that

could be called directly threatening, the greatest naval force which the world had ever known was assembling

off Dover. The stock markets were wildly excited. Laverick, back again in his office, found that his return to

his accustomed haunts occasioned scarcely any comment. More startling events were shaping themselves. His

He left the office shortly before his usual time, notwithstanding the rush of business, and drove at once to the

little house in Theobald Square. Zoe was lying on the sofa, still white, but eager to declare that the pain had

"It is too absurd," she declared, smiling, "my having this nurse here. Really, there is nothing whatever the

She passed him the letter which she had been reading, and which contained her somewhat curt dismissal. He

"Are you so sorry, Zoe? Is the stage so wonderful a place that you could not bear to think of leaving it?" She

"There is a much more arduous life in front of you, dear," he said. "You have to come and look after me for

the rest of your days. A bachelor who marries as late in life as I do, you know, is a trying sort of person."

"You know very well that I mean it," he answered, kissing her. "I think you knew from the very first that

She sighed faintly and halfclosed her eyes. For the moment she had forgotten everything. She was

Later on he made her dress and come out to dinner, and afterwards, as they sat talking, he laid an evening

"Zoe," he declared, "the best thing that could has happened. You will not be foolish, dear, about it, I know.

She glanced at the few lines which announced the finding of Arthur Morrison in a house in Bloomsbury

Square. The police had apparently tracked him down, and he had shot himself at the final moment. The

details of his last few hours were indescribable. Zoe shuddered, and her eyes filled with tears. She smiled

"It is terrible," she whispered simply, "but, after all, he was no relation of mine, and he tried to do you a

There was indeed almost a pitiless look in her face as she folded up the paper, as though she felt something of

that common instinct of her sex which transforms a gentle woman so quickly into a hard, merciless creature

"Let us go out into the streets," he said, "and hear what all this excitement is about."

They bought a late edition, and there it was at last in black and white. An ultimatum had been presented at

Berlin and Vienna. Certain treaty rights which had been broken with regard to Austria's action in the East

were insisted upon by Great Britain. It was demanded that Austria should cease the mobilization of her troops

upon the Servian frontier, and renounce all rights to a protectorate over that country, whose independence

Great Britain felt called upon, from that time forward, to guarantee. It was further announced that England,

France, and Russia were acting in this matter in complete concert, and that the neutrality of Italy was assured.

Further, it was known that the great English fleet had left for the North Sea with sealed orders.

Laverick took Zoe home early and called later at Bellamy's rooms. Bellamy greeted him heartily. He was on

"See, my dear friend," Bellamy exclaimed, "what great things come from small means! The document which

you preserved for us, and for which we had to fight so hard, has done all this."

"It is very simple," Bellamy declared. "That meeting in Vienna was meant to force our hands. It is all a

question of the balance of strength. Germany and Austria together, with Russia friendly, even with Russia

neutral, could have defied Europe. Germany could have spread out her army westwards while Austria

seized upon her prey. It was a splendid plot, and it was going very well until the Czar himself was suddenly

confronted by our King and his Ministers with a revelation of the whole affair. At Windsor the thing seemed

different to him. The French Government behaved splendidly, and the Czar behaved like a man. Germany

and Austria are left plante la. If they fight, well, it will be no onesided affair. They have no fleet, or rather

they will have none in a fortnight's time. They have no means of landing an army here. Austria, perhaps, can

hold Russia, but with a French army in better shape than it has been for years, and the English landing as

many men as they care to do, with ease, anywhere on the north coast of Germany, the entire scheme proved

abortive. Come into the club and have a drink, Laverick. Today great things have happened to me."

"You can guess my news, perhaps," Bellamy said, as they seated themselves in easychairs. "Mademoiselle

"I congratulate you heartily!" he exclaimed. "I have been an engaged man myself for something like

"One thing, at least, these recent adventures should teach whoever may be responsible for the government of

this country," Bellamy remarked to his wife, as he laid down the morning paper. "For the first time in many

years we have taken the aggressive against Powers of equal standing. We were always rather good at bullying

smaller countries, but the bare idea of an ultimatum to Germany would have made our late Premier go

"Absolutely," he affirmed. "Today's news makes peace a certainty. If your country knew everything, Louise,

"It isn't exactly one of my privileges," he declared, "to fix upon the spot where we shall take our belated

honeymoon, but I haven't been in Belgrade for years, and I know you'd like to see your people."

"It will be more happiness than I ever dreamed of," she murmured. "Do you think we shall be safe in passing

"Remember," he said, "that I am no longer David Bellamy, with a silver greyhound attached to my

watchchain and an obnoxious reputation in foreign countries. I am Lord Denchester of Denchester, a

harmless English peer traveling on his honeymoon. By the way, I hope you like the title."

"I shall love it when I get used to it," she declared. "To be an English Countess is dazzling, but I do think that

"Tomorrow will be your last night," he reminded her. "I have asked Laverick and the dear little girl he is

"I don't know about that," Bellamy said, smiling. "I really like Laverick. He is a decent fellow and a good

sort. Incidentally, he was thundering useful to us, and pretty plucky about it. He interests me, too, in another

way. He is a man who, face to face with a moral problem, acted exactly as I should have done myself!"

"He was practically dishonest," he pointed out. "He had no right to use that money and he ought to have taken

the pocketbook to the policestation. If he had done so that is to say, if he had waited there for the police,

if he had been seen to hold out that pocketbook, to have discussed it with any one, it is ten to one that there

would have been another tragedy that night. At any rate, the document would never have come to us."

"My moral judgment is warped," she asserted, "from the fact that Laverick's decision brought us the

"Perhaps so," he agreed, "and yet, there was the man face to face with ruin. The use of that money for a few

hours did no one any harm, and saved him. I say that such a deed is always a matter of calculation, and in this

But when the time came, and he sat in the box with Laverick and Zoe, he forgot everything else in the joy of

watching the woman whom he had loved so long. She moved about the stage that night as though her feet

indeed fell upon the air. She appeared to be singing always with restraint, yet with some new power in her

voice, a quality which even in her simpler notes left the great audience thrilled. Already there was a rumor

that it was her last appearance. Her marriage to Bellamy had been that day announced in the Morning Post.

When, in the last act, she sang alone on the stage the famous love song, it seemed to them all that although

her voice trembled more than once, it was a new thing to which they listened. Zoe found herself clasping

Laverick's hand in tremulous excitement. Bellamy sat like a statue, a little back in the box, his cleancut face

thrown into powerful relief by the shadows beyond. Yet, as he listened, his eyes, too, were marvelously soft.

The song grew and grew till, with the last notes, the whole story of an exquisite and expectant passion

seemed trembling in her voice. The last note came from her lips almost as though unwillingly, and was

prolonged for an extraordinary period. When it died away, its passing seemed something almost unrealizable.

It quivered away into a silence which lasted for many seconds before the gathering roar of applause swept the

house. And in those last few seconds she had turned and faced Bellamy. Their eyes met, and the light which

flashed from his seemed answered by the quivering of her throat. It was her goodbye. She was singing a

new lovesong, singing her way into the life of the man whom she loved, singing her way into love itself.

Once more the great house, packed to the ceiling, was worked up to a state of frenzied excitement. Bellamy

was recognized, and the significance of her song sent a wave of sentiment through the house whose only

possible form of expression took to itself shape in the frantic greetings which called her to the front again and

again. But the three in the box were silent. Bellamy stood back in the shadows. Laverick and Zoe seemed

suddenly to become immersed in themselves. Bellamy threw open the door of the box and pointed outside.

"At Luigi's in halfanhour," said he softly. "You will excuse me for a few minutes? I am going to Louise."