"Ah, heaven be praised! it is you," said the old man with grave joy, and
holding out his hands, paternally. "I feared for the worst--that you
would never come. It is so serious a matter: a nobleman and an officer
who belongs to the Secret Intelligence Department--his death is not to
go unpunished."

"At least, he is not dead," said the student; and he hastened to tell
his story.

"Speak at any tone you please," interrupted Daniels, at the stage of his
having escaped from the music-hall by the artistes' door and of the
help of the woman whom he did not profess to distinguish. "My daughter
is sleeping, and a sitting-room is here between her apartment and this
one."

But, though without any fear that the noble girl would stoop to listen,
the student related the rest with a cautious voice. Others might not be
so delicate.

"You have a great heart," said Daniels, when he heard of the rescue of
the major from the frigid slab of the morgue. "To do this for an enemy
is lofty conduct. God grant that you have not met one of those monsters
of ingratitude whom a kind act embitters. But it would hardly appear
that he could survive the beating by Baboushka's gang, the ill usage
from the street sweepers and that of the ghouls of the dead-house. All
this makes me tremble for the plan I formed to have you conveyed hence
in a chaise. I have the papers to cover your departure as a clerk whom a
business firm of good standing are sending out to Buenos Ayres. Once at
Hamburg, you may turn your face in any direction you desire. But the
slayer of Major Von Sendlingen would not be able to cross the French or