Her father was speaking. She listened.

"All here," he said, "every page! That is fortunate indeed."

He looked searchingly at Evelyn. "I have a plan, my," he said. "This
is a very dreadful affair, but on second thought a scheme occurs to me.
I will explain somewhat of my notes, but not enough so they could
amplify them. Then, with my safe conduct, I will go over to Germany,
explain the whole affair, and demand your release. You will doubtless
be absolutely safe here, absolutely safe. This young Handel seems
rather a rattle-brained youth, but Captain Schmitt looked conservative
and sane. I will place you in his Charge. John is with you, and you
will be perfectly safe, I am positive."

Evelyn grew deathly pale. She kissed her father's cheek, then
listlessly approached the table. A revolver was lying there.

"Yes, I know that I will be safe," she said firmly. She took the
weapon in her hand and looked up.

As she raised her eyes, she looked straight into the face of a girl
about her own age, who stood motionless against the wall, one hand
outstretched its though to call her. Evelyn stared in unbelief. An
instant before they had been alone in the room! Were her senses
leaving her? She looked at her father and brother. They, too, were
staring, speechless and wild-eyed. So she did not imagine the graceful
figure and lovely face with its dark troubled eyes.

The stranger pressed a finger on her lips in a gesture of silence, then
she beckoned, and as they approached, tiptoeing over the thick rug, she