been expecting him to telephone every moment since I got home. You
have seen him?"

"I have seen him," Bellamy admitted. "Either he has deceived us
both, or the most unfortunate mistake in the world has happened.
Listen. I met him where he appointed. He was there, disguised,
almost unrecognizable. He was nervous and desperate; he had the air
of a man who has cut himself adrift from the world. I gave him the
money, - twenty thousand pounds in Bank of England notes, Louise,
- and he gave me the papers, or what we thought were the papers.
He told me that he was keeping a false duplicate upon him for a
little time, in case he was seized, but that he was going to
Liverpool Street station to wait, and would telephone you from the
hotel there later on. You have not heard yet, then?"

She shook her head.

"There has been no message, but go on."

"He gave me the wrong document - the wrong envelope," continued
Bellamy. "When I took it to - to Downing Street, it was full of
blank paper."

The color slowly left her cheeks. She looked at him with horror in
her face.

"Do you think that he meant to do it?" she exclaimed.

"We cannot tell," Bellamy answered. "My own impression is that he
did not. We must find out at once what has become of him. He might