moment in sorrowful silence. There were violet lines underneath
her beautiful eyes, her cheeks were destitute of any color. There
was an abandonment of grief about her attitude which moved him.
She sat as one broken-spirited, in whom the power of resistance was
dead.

"It is over, then," she said softly, "this meeting. The word has
been spoken."

He came and stood by her side.

"As yet," he reminded her, "we do not know what that word may be."

She shook her head mournfully.

"Who can doubt?" she exclaimed. "For myself, I feel it in the air!
I can see it in the faces of the people who throng the city! I can
hear it in the peals of those awful bells! You know nothing? You
have heard nothing?"

Bellamy shook his head.

"I did all that was humanly possible," he said, dropping his voice.
"An Englishman in Vienna to-day has very little opportunity. I
filled the Palace with spies, but they hadn't a dog's chance. There
wasn't even a secretary present. The Czar, the two Emperors and the
Chancellor, - not another soul was in the room."

"If only Von Behrling had been taken!" she exclaimed. "He was there
in reserve, I know, as stenographer. I have but to lift my hand