s 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 came into the room. These are the things
I fear--not death."

Bellamy drew her into his arms and kissed her.

"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 know what you are."

She smiled.

"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 to-night 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 dining-room. 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 gold will be of any use."

"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."

She drew a little sigh.

"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 happier."

"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 twenty-four
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 long."

Louise shivered.

"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 b