"God knows you do!" he muttered.

"I, too, am weary of singing. I want a long rest - a long rest and
a better name than my own. Don't shrink away from me. It isn't so
wonderful, after all. Bellamy, the Englishman, came to me a few
hours ago. He was Dorward's friend. He knew well what Dorward
carried. It was not his affair, he told me, and interposition from
him was hopeless, but he knew that you and I were friends."

"You must stop!" Von Behrling declared. "You must stop! I must
not listen to this!"

"He offered me twenty thousand pounds," she went on, "for the packet
in your pocket. Think of that, my friend. It would be a start in
life, would it not? I am an extravagant woman. Even if I would, I
dared not think of a poor man. But twenty thousand pounds is
sufficient. When I reach London, I am going to a flat which has
been waiting for me for weeks - 15, Dover Street. If you bring that
packet to me instead of taking it to the Austrian Embassy, there
will be twenty thousand pounds and - "

Her fingers suddenly held his. She could almost hear his heart
beating. Her eyes, by now accustomed to the gloom, could see the
tumult which was passing within the man, reflected in his face.
She whispered a warning under her breath. The two cigar ends had
moved nearer. The forms of the two men were now distinct. One was
leaning over the side of the ship by Von Behrling's side. The other
stood a few feet away, gazing at the lights of Dover. Von Behrling
staggered to his feet. He said something in an angry undertone to
Streuss. Louise rose and shook out her furs.