see him, be careful. Remember, we have the document - we are
hesitating. So long as he believes that it is in our possession,
he will not look elsewhere."

"I will be careful," Louise promised, with her arms around his neck.
"And, dear, take care. When I think of poor Rudolph Von Behrling,
I tremble, also, for you. It seems to me that your danger is no
less than his."

"I do not go about with twenty thousand pounds in my pocket-book,"
with a smile.

She shook her head.

"No, but Streuss believes that you have the document which he is
pledged to recover. Be careful that they do not lead you into a
trap. They are not above anything, these men. I heard once of a
Bulgarian in Vienna who was tortured - tortured almost to death
- before he spoke. Then they thrust him into a lunatic asylum.
Remember, dear, they have no consciences and no pity."

"We are in London," he reminded her.

"So was Von Behrling," she answered quickly, - "not only in London
but in a safe part of London. Yet he is dead."

"It was not their doing," he declared. "In their own country, they
have the whole machinery of their wonderful police system at their
backs, and no fear of the law in their hearts. Here they must needs
go cautiously. I don't think you need be afraid," he added, smiling,