all your misery and suffering. How long has he been passing for an
Englishman? Since when has he been a millionaire? If he be a
millionaire at all."

"I cannot tell you," the girl whispered. "Really, I do not know. A little
time ago we were poor enough; then suddenly, money seemed to come in from
all sides. I asked no questions; they would not have been answered if I
had. At least, not truthfully. And now you really must go. When shall I
see you again? Ah, I cannot tell you. For the present you must go on
trusting me as implicitly as you have done in the past. Oh, if you only
knew how it wrings my heart to have to speak to you like this, when all
the time my whole love is for you and you alone. Gerald--ah, go now; go
at once. Don't you see that he is coming up the stairs?"

Venner turned away, and slipped down a side corridor, till Fenwick had
entered his own room. Then he walked down the stairs again into the
dining-room, where a heated discussion was still going on as to the
identity of the missing waiter.

"They'll never find him," Gurdon muttered, "for the simple reason that
the fellow was imported for the occasion, and, in my opinion, was no
waiter at all. You will notice also that our crippled friend has
vanished. I would give a great deal to know what was in the box that
pretty nearly scared the yellow man to death. I never saw a fellow so
frightened in my life. He had to fortify himself with two brandies before
he could get up to his own room. Gerald, I really must find out what was
in that box!"

"I think I could tell you," Venner said, with a smile. "Didn't you tell
me that the mysterious waiter fetched it from the table where it had been