coupe, number 7, alone,” she said. “I invited him to come in with me but he seemed embarrassed. It is his companions who watch him all the time. He has promised to talk with me later.” 

 In the middle of the night, Louise opened her eyes to find Bellamy bending over her. 

 “Louise,” he whispered, “it is Von Behrling who will take possession of the packet. They have been discussing whether it will not be safer to go on to London instead of doubling back. See Von Behrling again. Do all you can to persuade him to come to London,—all you can, Louise, remember.” 

 “So!” she whispered. “I shall put on my dressing-gown and sit in the corridor. It is hot here.” 

 Bellamy glided out, closing the door softly behind him. The train was rushing on now through the blackness of an unusually dark night. For some time he sat in his own compartment, listening. The voices whose muttered conversation he had overheard were silent now, but once he fancied that he heard shuffling footsteps and a little cry. In his heart he knew well that before morning Dorward would have disappeared. The man within him was hard to subdue. He longed to make his way to Dorward’s side, to interfere in this terribly unequal struggle, yet he made no movement. Dorward was a man and a friend, but what was a life more or less? It was to a greater cause that he was pledged. Towards three o’clock he lay down on his bed and slept.... 

 The train attendant brought him his coffee soon after daylight. The man’s hands were trembling. 

 “Where are we?” Bellamy asked sleepily. 

 “Near Munich, Monsieur,” the man answered. “Monsieur noticed, perhaps, that we stopped for some time in the night?” 

 Bellamy shook his head. 

 “I sleep soundly,” he said. “I heard nothing.” 

 “There has been an accident,” the man declared. “An American gentleman who got in at Vienna was drinking whiskey all night and became very drunk. In a tunnel he threw himself out upon the line.” 

 Bellamy shuddered a little. He had been prepared, but none the less it was an awful thing, this. 

 “You are sure that he is dead?” he asked. 

 The man was very sure indeed. 

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