"Dorward," the latter exclaimed, "I can't help it! Yours is only
a personal ambition - I stand for my country. Share the knowledge
of that packet with me or I shall shoot."

"Then shoot and be d--d to you!" Dorward declared fiercely. "This
s my show, not yours. You and your country can go to - "

He broke off without finishing his sentence. There was a thunderous
knocking at the door. The two men looked at one another for a
moment, speechless. Then Bellamy, with a smothered oath, replaced
the revolver in his pocket.

"You've thrown away our chance," he said bitterly.

The knocking was repeated. When Bellamy with a shrug of the
shoulders answered the summons, three men in plain clothes entered.
They saluted Bellamy, but their eyes were traveling around the room.

"We are seeking Herr Dorward, the American journalist!" one exclaimed.
"He was here but a moment ago."

Bellamy pointed to the inner door. He had had too much experience
in such matters to attempt any prevarication. The three men crossed
the room quickly and Bellamy followed in the rear. He heard a cry
of disappointment from the foremost as he opened the door. The inner
room was empty!