ssages and down stairs till at length they saw light shining through
the crevices of an ill-fitting door. It opened mysteriously at their
approach, and when they had all entered, shut behind them.

Foy uttered a sigh of relief for he was weary of this long flight,
and looked round him to discover that they were in a large windowless
cellar, well furnished after a fashion by oak benches and a table set
out with cold meats and flagons of wine. At the foot of this table stood
a middle-aged man, prematurely grey, and with a face worn as though by
constant care.

"Welcome, Foy van Goorl," said the man in a gentle voice. "Many years
have passed since last we met; still I should have known you anywhere,
though I think you would not have known me."

Foy looked at him and shook his head.

"I thought so," went on the man with a smile. "Well, I am Hendrik Brant,
your cousin, once the burgomaster of The Hague and its richest citizen,
but to-day a hunted rat who must receive his guests in secret cellars.
Tell me now, did my daughter, Elsa, reach your good father's house in
safety, and is she well?"

So Foy told him all that story.

"As I thought, as I thought," said Hendrik. "Ramiro knew of her journey
and guessed that she might carry some letter. Oh!" he went on, shaking
his fist in a kind of frenzy, and addressing the two women who had
played the parts of Red Bow and her servant, "who among you is the
traitor? Can it be that you, whom my bounty has fed, betray me? Nay,
girls, do not weep, I know that it is not so, and yet, in this city, the
very walls have ears, yes, even this deep vault gives up its secrets.
Well, if only I can save my fortune from those wolves, what do I care?
Then they may take my carcase and tear it. At least, my daughter is
safe--for a while, and now I have but one desire left on earth--to rob
them of my wealth also."

Then he turned to the girl decked out in the gay clothes, who, now that
the chase was over, sat upon a bench with her face hidden in her hand,
and said, "Tell me your story, Gretchen," whereon she lifted her head
and repeated all that happened.

"They press us hard," muttered Brant, "but, friends, we will beat them
yet. Eat now, and drink while you may."

So they sat down and ate and drank while Hendrik watched them, and the
man who had led them to the vault listened without the door.

When they had finished, Brant bade the two women, Red Bow and the other,
leave the cellar and send