he color slowly left her cheeks. She looked at him with horror in
her face.

"Do you think that he meant to do it?" she exclaimed.

"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."

Bellamy shook his head.

"The joke of it is that I, too, am being watched whereever I go.
That fellow Streuss has spies everywhere. That is one reason why
I believe that Von Behrling was serious.

"Oh, he was serious!" Louise repeated.

"You are sure?" Bellamy asked. "You have never had even any doubt
about him?"

"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 mother. He would not have done this if he had been
playing us false."

Bellamy sprang to his feet.

"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 once?"

"Of course," she assented.

"You do not think it possible," he asked slowly, "that he would
attempt to see you here?"

Louise shuddered for a moment.

"I absolutely forbade it, so I am sure there is no chance of that."

"Very well, then," he decided, "we will wait. Dear," he added, in
an altered tone, "how splendid you look!"

Her face suddenly softened.

"Ah, David!" she murmured, "to hear you speak naturally even for a
moment--it makes everything seem so different!"

He held out his arms and she came to him with a little sigh of
satisfaction.

"Louise," he said, "some day the time may come when we shall be able
to give up this life of anxiety and terrors. But it cannot be
yet--not for your country's sake or mine."

She kissed him fondly.

"So long as there is hope!" she whispered.

CHAPTER XI

VON BEHRLING'S FATE

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.