e exclaimed.

"It is amazing," he admitted, "but it is the truth. I know it for
a fact. The man was absolutely beside himself, he had no idea what
he was doing."

"Where is it?" she asked quickly. "You have seen it?"

"Dorward would not give it up," he said bitterly. "While we argued
in our sitting-room at the hotel the police arrived. Dorward escaped
through the bedroom and down the service stairs. He spoke of trying
to catch the Orient Express to-night, but I doubt if they will ever
let him leave the city."

"It is wonderful, this," she murmured softly. "What are you going
to do?"

"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 to-day 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 salvation."

"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 have helped him often."

"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 fights for his own hand alone."

"And you?" she whispered.

"He will have to reckon with me," Bellamy declared. "I know that he
is going to try and leave Vienna to-night, and if he does I shall be
at his heels."

She nodded her head thoughtfully.

"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. We will go together; is it not so?"

"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."

"I come with you," she murmured. "I am very weary of this city."

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 half-hidden amongst
the wealth of foliage. The villa had once belonged to a royal
favorite, and the grounds had been its chief glory. T