New York. The United States Secret Service will vouch for me--
mention to them Mr. Burke of their New York office who is here
with me now. I understand that Baron Kreiger is leaving for New
York to meet some bankers this afternoon. He must not do so. He is
in the gravest danger if he--What? He left last night at midnight
and is already here?"

Kennedy turned to us blankly.

The door to his room opened suddenly.

There stood Miss Lowe, gazing wild-eyed at us. Evidently her
supernervous condition had heightened the keenness of her senses.
She had heard what we were saying. I tried to read her face. It
was not fear that I saw there. It was rage; it was jealousy.

"The traitress--it is Marie!" she shrieked.

For a moment, obtusely, I did not understand.

"She has made a secret appointment with him," she cried.

At last I saw the truth. Paula Lowe had fallen in love with the
man she had sworn to kill!




CHAPTER II