"Before then," Bellamy declared, "Von Behrling must not know whether
he is in heaven or upon earth. It will not be opened in London.
He can make up another packet to resemble precisely the one of which
he robbed Dorward. Oh! it is a difficult game, I know, but it is
worth playing. Remember, Louise, that we are not petty conspirators.
It is your country's very existence that is threatened. It is for
her sake as well as for England."

"I shall do my best," she murmured, looking into his face. "Oh,
you may be sure that I shall do my best!"

Bellamy raised her fingers to his lips and stole away. The electric
lamps had been turned out, but the morning was cloudy and the light
dim. Back in his own berth, he put his things together, ready to
leave at Munich. Then he rang for the porter.

"I am getting out at the next stop," he announced.

"Very good, Monsieur," the man answered.

Bellamy looked at him closely.

"You are a Frenchman?"

"It is so, Monsieur!"

"I may be wrong," Bellamy continued slowly, "but I believe that if
I asked you a question and it concerned some Germans and Austrians
you would tell me the truth."