iberately accusing
Captain Herrick of disloyalty?"

"Yes, I am."

Herrick stiffened under this insult, white-faced, but he did not speak.

"He meant to sell this information--for money," she added.

"My God!" breathed Christopher.

"Captain Herrick told you this?"

"Yes, he did. He said we would go abroad and live together--like
millionaires. You did! You know damned well you did," she almost
screamed the words at Herrick, then she sank back on the divan
exhausted, and lay still, her eyes closed.

The doctor's face was ominously set as he turned to his young friend.

"Chris, my boy, I need not tell you that I cannot believe this monstrous
accusation. At the same time, I saw Mrs. Wells write down those letters
that are only known to you and to me. I saw that with my own eyes--you
saw it, too."

"Yes, sir."

"And you heard what she said?"

"Yes, sir."

"Under the circumstances, as your superior officer, I don't see how I
have any choice except to--"

Here Mrs. Walters interrupted: "May I speak? It is still possible to
avert a great disaster."

The doctor shook his head. "You have heard Mrs. Wells' confession. No
power on earth can prevent an investigation of this," he declared with
military finality.

Seraphine's lips moved in silent prayer. Her face was transfigured as
her eyes fell tenderly upon the white-faced, tortured sleeper.

"No power on earth, but--God can prevent it," she murmured and moved
nearer to Penelope whose face was convulsed as if by a terrifying dream.
Then, with hands extended over the beautiful figure, the psychic prayed
aloud, while Herrick and the doctor, caught by the power of her faith,
looked on in wondering silence.

_"God of love, let Thine infinite power descend upon this Thy tortured
child and drive out all evil and wickedness from her. Open the eyes of
these men so that they may understand and be merciful. Oh, God, grant us
a sign! Let Thy light descend upon us."_

Captain Herrick has always maintained that at this moment, as he watched
his beloved, his heart clutched with horrible forebodings, he distinctly
_saw_ (Dr. Owen did not see this) a faint stream of bluish radiance
playing over her from the direction of Seraphine, and enveloping her. It
is certain that Penelope's face immediately became peaceful and the
convulsive twitchings that had shaken her body ceased.

"Look!" marvelled Christopher. "She is smiling in her sleep."

Seraphine turned to Dr. Owen, with