servant who approached him with a telegram. The man held out the envelope. Rent was shaken out of these thoughts by a hotel servant who approached him with a telegram. The man held out the envelope. "You are Mr. Rent, sir?" he said. "Pardon me, but I think this must be for you. It is so strange a name." "You are Mr. Rent, sir?" he said. "Pardon me, but I think this must be for you. It is so strange a name." Rent looked at the envelope in wonderment. No doubt the message was for him, though he was at a loss to know how any friend could have found him out. He opened the message and read: Rent looked at the envelope in wonderment. No doubt the message was for him, though he was at a loss to know how any friend could have found him out. He opened the message and read: "Danger here. Come back at once." "Danger here. Come back at once." "How did they find me?" he murmured. "How did they get on my track? It was thoughtful, at any rate. Still, danger or no danger, I cannot go back." "How did they find me?" he murmured. "How did they get on my track? It was thoughtful, at any rate. Still, danger or no danger, I cannot go back." CHAPTER XI CHAPTER XI THE DOCTRINE OF PLATO THE DOCTRINE OF PLATO Across the breakfast-table Kate Charlock was smiling sweetly, but it was doubtful whether she heard a single word that Rent was saying. She was busy with her own thoughts, which were none of the sweetest. In the first instance she thought that she had counted the cost of her action, but on second thoughts she was not so sure. Still, she was satisfied she could not have complied with John Charlock's order, for it was nothing else. She would have to make the best of it now. She was eager to get away from England until the scandal had blown over. Kate Charlock was by no means devoid of vanity, and Lady Strathmore's studied insolence of the evening before had cut her to the quick. There
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