you," replied Westerling. "Not as much if you have
anything new."

"Nothing!" admitted Bouchard wryly. He lowered his head under
Westerling's penetrating look in the consciousness of failure.

"I am going on a conviction--on putting two and two together!"
Westerling announced. "I am going on my experience as a soldier, as a
chief of staff. If I am wrong, I take the responsibility. If I am
right, Bordir will be ours before morning. It is settled!"

"If you are right, then," exclaimed Turcas--"well, then it's genius
or--" He did not finish the sentence. He had been about to say
coincidence; while Westerling knew that if he were right all the rising
scepticism in certain quarters, owing to the delay in his programme,
would be silenced. His prestige would be unassailable.

XXXV

MRS. GALLAND INSISTS

"You have been in the tunnel again!" said Mrs. Galland with an emphasis
on "again," when Marta came up the stairs, lantern in hand, after
telling Lanstron of her interview with Westerling.

"Again--yes!" Marta replied mechanically. Her mind was empty, burned
out. She had thought herself through with deceit for the day.

"What interests you so much down there?" Mrs. Galland pursued softly.

Marta realized that she had to deal with a fresh dilemma. She could not
be making frequent visits to the telephone without her mother's
knowledge; and, as yet, Mrs. Galland knew nothing of the part originally
planned for Feller, let alone any inkling of her daughter's part.

"I didn't know but it would be a good place to hide our plate and other
treasures," said Marta, offering rather methodically the first invention
that came to mind as she threw open-the reflector of the lantern and
turned down the wick. She was ashamed of the excuse. It warned her how
easy it was becoming for her to lie--yes, lie was the word.

"Don't blow out the light, please," said Mrs. Galland. "I should like to
see for myself if the tunnel is a good hiding-place for the plate."

"It's too damp for you down there--it's--" Marta blew out the flame with
a sudden gust of breath and bolted across the room and into her chamber,
closing the door and taking the lantern with her. In utter fatigue she
dropped on the bed. Then came a gentle, prolonged knocking on the door.

"You forgot to leave the lantern," called Mrs. Galland. "I have come to
get it, if you please."

Marta did not answer. Her head had sunk forward; her hands, bearing the
weight of her