"Where is it?" she asked quickly. "You have seen it?"

"Dorward would not give it up," he said bitterly. "While we argued
in our sitting-room at the hotel the police arrived. Dorward escaped
through the bedroom and down the service stairs. He spoke of trying
to catch the Orient Express to-night, but I doubt if they will ever
let him leave the city."

"It is wonderful, this," she murmured softly. "What are you going
to do?"

"Louise, you and I have few secrets from each other. I would have
killed Dorward to obtain that sealed envelope, because I believe
that the knowledge of its contents in London to-day would save us
from disaster. To know how far each is pledged, and from which
direction the first blow is to come, would be our salvation."

"I cannot understand," she said, "why he should have refused to
share his knowledge with you. He is an American - it is almost the
same thing as being an Englishman. And you are friends, - I am
sure that you have helped him often."

"It was a matter of vanity - simply cursed vanity," Bellamy answered.
"It would have been the greatest journalistic success of modern
times for him to have printed that document, word for word, in his
paper. He fights for his own hand alone."

"And you?" she whispered.

"He will have to reckon with me," Bellamy declared. "I know that he