in the golden bracken, with
the glory of the moon on her; her arms hanging, her lips parted, her
great eyes wide with terror--as lovely in her desperate extremity as a
dream, as, a painted picture. I don't know how long I was down there,
but when I finally got up, and, following along the path behind the spur
of rock, came out onto the open sea, I found Sir Henry Marquis. He was
standing with his hands in the pockets of his loose tweed coat, and he
was cursing softly:

"The ferry and the mainland are patroled... I didn't think of their
having an ocean-going yacht...."

A gleam of light was disappearing into the open sea.

He put his hand into his pocket and took out the scraps of torn paper.

"These notes," he said, "like the ones which you hold in your
bank-vault, were never issued by the Bank of England."

I stammered some incoherent sentence; and the great chief of the
Criminal Investigation Department of Scotland Yard turned toward me.

"Do you know who that woman is?"

"Surely," I cried, "she went to school with my sister at Miss Page's;
she came to visit Mrs. Jordan...."

He looked at me steadily.

"She got the data about your sister out of the Back Bay biographies and
she used the accident of Mrs. Jordan's death to get in with it... the
rest was all fiction."

"Madame Barras?" I stuttered. "You mean Madame Barras?"

"Madame the Devil," he said. "That's Sunny Suzanne. Used to be in the
Hungarian Follies until the Soviet government of Austria picked her up
to place the imitation English money that its presses were striking off
in Vienna."

IV. The Cambered Foot

I shall not pretend that I knew the man in America or that he was a
friend of my family or that some one had written to me about him. The
plain truth is that I never laid eyes on him until Sir Henry Marquis
pointed him out to me the day after I went down from here to London. It
was in Piccadilly Circus.

"There's your American," said Sir Henry.

The girl paused for a few moments. There was profound silence.

"And that isn't all of it. Nobody presented him to me. I deliberately
picked him up!"

Three persons were in the drawing-room. An old woman with high
cheekbones, a bowed nose and a firm, thin-lipped mouth was the central
figure. She sat very straight in her chair, her head up and her hands in
her lap. An aged man, in the khaki uniform of a major of yeomanry, stood
at a window looking out, his hands behind his back, his chin