girl, never allowed to make up her mind--let herself go with the wave
of strong emotion carrying her along, and reached a resolve.

"It means trusting you a great deal," she answered. "But you say you're
in danger, so I'll do what you ask. I think you can't be wicked enough to
pay me back by trying to hurt me."

"You think right," the man said, and it struck her that his accent was
not quite English. She wondered if he were Canadian or American. Not that
she knew much about either. "A woman like you _would_ think right!" he
went on. "Only one woman out of ten thousand would have the nerve and
presence of mind and the humanity to do what you're doing. When I came
into this room and saw your face I counted on you."

Annesley blushed again in a rush of happiness. She had always longed to
do something which would really matter to another soul. She had even
prayed for it. Now the moment seemed to have come. God would not let her
be the victim of an ignoble trick!

"I'm glad," she said, her face lit by a light from within. And at that
moment, bending toward each other, they were a beautiful couple. A seeker
of romance would have taken them for lovers.

"Tell me what you want me to do," Annesley said once more.

"The worst of it is, I can't tell you exactly. Two men may come into this
restaurant looking for me. One or both will speak to me. They'll call me
a certain name, and I shall say they've made a mistake. You must say so,
too. You must tell them I'm your husband, and stick to that no matter
what the man, or men, may tell you about me. The principal thing now is