st electrical. He started from his seat, glaring at
her. Then he began to question her rapidly in the unknown tongue.

He was a flashily dressed man of overbearing manner, with a thick neck
and square, determined chin. It was quite evident that the warning I had
given them aroused their apprehension, for they held a rapid
consultation, and then Julie went out, returning with another man, a
dark-haired, low-bred looking foreigner, who spoke the same tongue as
his companions.

They disregarded my presence altogether in their eager consultation;
therefore I rose to go, for I saw that I was not wanted.

Julie held my hand and looked into my eyes in mute appeal. She appeared
anxious to say something to me in private. At least that was my
impression.

When I left the house I passed, at the end of the Crescent, a shabby man
idly smoking. Was he one of the watchers?

Four days went by.

One evening I was passing through the red-carpeted hall of the Savoy
Hotel when a neatly dressed figure in black rose and greeted me. It was
Julie, who seemed to have been awaiting me.

"May I speak to you?" she asked breathlessly, when we had exchanged
greetings. "I wish to apologise for the manner in which I treated you
the other evening."

I assured her that no apologies were needed, and together we seated
ourselves in a corner.

"I really ought not to trouble you with my affairs," she said presently,
in an apologetic tone. "But you remember what I told you when you so
kindly allowed me to travel by the _wagon-lit_--I mean of my peril?"

"Certainly. But I thought it was all over."

"I foolishly believed that it was. But I am watched--I--I'm a marked
woman." Then, after some hesitation, she added, "I wonder if you would
do me another favour. You could save my life, M'sieur Jacox, if you only
would."

"Well, if I can render you such a service, mademoiselle, I shall be only
too delighted."

"At present my plans are immature," she answered after a pause. "But why
not dine with me to-morrow night? We have some friends, but we shall be
able to escape them and discuss the matter alone. Do come!"

I accepted, and she, taking a taxi in the Strand, drove off.

On the following night at eight I entered the comfortable drawing-room
in Burton Crescent, where three well-dressed men and three rather smart
ladies were assembled, including my hostess. They were all foreigners,
and among them was the Baron, who appeared to be the most honour