shoulders, and a still, clean-shaven face. Otto von Holzen raised his
hat, and remained bare-headed while he shook hands.

"The introduction is unnecessary," he said. "We have worked together
for many months--you on the other side of the North Sea, and I on this.
And now we have, at all events, something to show for our work."

He had a quick, foreign manner, with a kind smile, and certain
vivacity.

This was a different sort of man to Roden--quicker to feel for others,
to understand others; capable of greater good, and possibly of greater
evil. He glanced at Cornish, nodded sympathetically, and then turned to
look at the malgamite makers. These, standing in a group on the
platform, holding in their hands their poor belongings, returned the
gaze with interest. The train which had brought them steamed out of the
station, leaving the malgamite makers gazing in a dull wonder at the
three men into whose hands they had committed their lives.




CHAPTER VI.

ON THE DUNES.

"L'indifference est le sommeil du coeur."


The village of Scheveningen, as many know, is built on the sand dunes,