“An army,” murmured Bellamy. “The days are coming,” Sir James continued, “when those who prated of militarism and the security of our island walls will see with their own eyes the ruin they have brought upon us. Secretly we are mobilizing all that we have to mobilize,” he added, with a little sigh. “At the very best, however, our position is pitiful. Even if we are prepared to defend, I am afraid that we shall see things on the Continent in which we shall be driven to interfere, or else suffer the greatest blow which our prestige has ever known. If we could only tell what was coming!” he wound up, looking once more at those empty sheets of paper. “It is this darkness which is so alarming!” Bellamy turned toward the door. “You have the telephone in your bedroom, sir?” he asked. “Yes, ring me up at any time in the night or morning, if you have news.” Bellamy drove at once to Dover Street. It was half-past one, but he had no fear of not being admitted. Louise’s French maid answered the bell. “Madame has not retired?” Bellamy inquired. “But no, sir,” the woman assured him, with a welcoming smile. “It is only a few minutes ago that she has returned.” Bellamy was ushered at once into her room. She was gorgeous in blue satin and pearls. Her other maid was taking off her jewels. She dismissed both the women abruptly. “I absolutely couldn’t avoid a supper-party,” she said, holding out her hands. “You expected that, of course. You were not at the Opera House?” He shook his head, and walking to the door tried the handle. It was securely closed. He came back slowly to her side. Her eyes were questioning him fiercely. “Well?” she exclaimed. “Well?” “Have you heard from Von Behrling?” “No,” she answered. “He knew that I must sing to-night. I have been expecting him to telephone every moment since I got home. You have seen him?” “I have seen him,” Bellamy admitted. “Either he has deceived us both, or the most unfortunate mistake in the world has happened. Listen. I met him where
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