"Certainly he is not afraid, Knox. He has possibly been afraid in the
past, but now he is resigned."

"Resigned to what?"

"Resigned to death!"

"Good God, Harley, you are right!" I cried. "You are right! I saw it in
his eyes as we left the library."

Harley stopped and turned to me sharply.

"You saw this in the Colonel's eyes?" he challenged.

"I did."

"Which corroborates my theory," he said, softly; "for _I_ had seen
it elsewhere."

"Where do you mean, Harley?"

"In the face of Madame de Staemer."

"What?"

"Knox"--Harley rested his hand upon my arm and looked about him
cautiously--"_she knows._"

"But knows what?"