dress as that, which is what you want to avoid. Besides,
those eyebrows are so outrageous, so evidently false."

She thought for a minute.

"My brown Inverness," suggested Raeburn.

"Too thick for a summer night," said Erica, "and" glancing from her
father to Haeberlein "too long to look natural. I think Tom's ulster and
traveling hat would be better."

"Commend me to a woman when you want sound advice!" cried Haeberlein.

Erica went to search Tom's room for the ulster, and in the meantime
Haeberlein showed his friend a paragraph in one of the evening papers
which proved to Raeburn that the risk was indeed very great. They were
discussing things much more gravely when Erica returned.

"The stations will be watched," Haeberlein was saying.

"What station do you go to?" asked Erica.

"I thought of trying Cannon Street," replied the German.

"Because," continued Erica, "I think you had better let me see you off.
You will look like a young Englishman, and I shall do all the talking,
so that you need not betray your accent. They would never dream of Herr
Haeberlein laughing and talking with a young girl."

"They would never dream that a young girl would be brave enough to run
such a risk!" said Haeberlein. "No, my sweet Herzblattchen, I could not
bring thee into danger."

"There will be none for me," said Erica, "and it may save you from evil
and my father from suspicion. Father, if you will let me, it would be
more of a disguise than anything."

"You might meet some one you know," said Raeburn.

"Very unlikely," she replied. "And even if I did, what would it matter?
I need not tell them anything, and Herr Haeberlein would get off all the
same."

He saw that she was too pure and too unconventional to understand his
objection, but his whole heart rebelled against the idea of letting her
undertake the task, and it was only after much persuasion that she drew
from him a reluctant consent. After all, it would be a great safeguard
to Haeberlein, and Haeberlein was his dearest friend. For no one else
could he have risked what was so precious to him. There was very little
time for discussion. The instant his permission was given, Erica ran
upstairs to Tom's private den, lighted his gas stove, and made a cup of
chocolate, at the same time blackening a cork very carefully. In a few
minutes she returned to the study, carrying the chocolate and a plate
of rusks, which she remembered were a particular weakness of Herr