"Yes, ring me up at any time in the night or morning, if you have
news."

Bellamy drove at once to Dover Street. It was half-past one, but
he had no fear of not being admitted. Louise's French maid answered
the bell.

"Madame has not retired?" Bellamy inquired.

"But no, sir," the woman assured him, with a welcoming smile. "It
is only a few minutes ago that she has returned."

Bellamy was ushered at once into her room. She was gorgeous in blue
satin and pearls. Her other maid was taking off her jewels. She
dismissed both the women abruptly.

"I absolutely couldn't avoid a supper-party," she said, holding out
her hands. "You expected that, of course. You were not at the
Opera House?"

He shook his head, and walking to the door tried the handle. It
was securely closed. He came back slowly to her side. Her eyes
were questioning him fiercely.

"Well?" she exclaimed. "Well?"

"Have you heard from Von Behrling?"

"No," she answered. "He knew that I must sing to-night. I have