she literally worships the ground he walks upon."

"She does, she does!" cried my companion, and emphasized the words with
beats of his clenched fist. "It is utterly, damnably mystifying. But I
tell you, she knows, Knox, she knows!"

"You mean she knows that he is a doomed man?"

Harley nodded rapidly.

"They both know," he replied; "but there is something which they dare
not divulge."

He glanced at me swiftly, and his bronzed face wore a peculiar
expression.

"Have you had an opportunity of any private conversation with Miss Val
Beverley?" he enquired.

"Yes," I said. "Surely you remember that you found me chatting with her
when you returned from your inspection of the tower."

"I remember perfectly well, but I thought you might have just met. Now
it appears to me, Knox, that you have quickly established yourself in
the good books of a very charming girl. My only reason for visiting the
tower was to afford you just this opportunity! Don't frown. Beyond
reminding you of the fact that she has been on intimate terms with
Madame de Staemer for some years, I will not intrude in any way upon
your private plans in that direction."