Havoc

tly they had left the harbor, and had a chair placed on the upper deck. Von Behrling found her there, but not be

my friend," she declared. "By m

uffled. He was als

are with me," he said. "

im down so that she co

king to London, and they are afraid of me because I am a Servian.

ated. She drew him

il. You are too big to talk to up there. So! Now you can come u

, indeed, they believed that you wished to know our secrets? I wonder if

hed at h

nowadays. They talk and they talk, but it is

hat?" he asked

memoirs, even, written by Englishmen. Men were different a generation ago. Honor was dear to them then, honor and positi

ere are none now?" h

looking down at him, "I thi

between his teeth, and she re

enna. I-the poverty-stricken, who have nothing but a noble name, nothing to offer you-have dared

," she murmured. "Why d

answered. "What ha

ed through the gloom. She knew very well that those cigar ends belonged to

fears were true, supposing I were really a spy, supposing I offered you wealth and wi

I am carrying a secr

laug

e, how could one possibly doubt it? The Baron Streuss is, I believe, the Chief of your Secret Service

muttered. "You can't mea

a match, and she caught a glimpse of the white face of the

sing I

k to me like this, Mademoiselle. I have no secret

, "for we are alone. I say again,

cied that he made a motion as though to rise

do not wish to drive you away. Now

ell me that you are in earnest. It is treason. I am

rds him so that he co

gain from it? A pittance! Many hours work a day and a pittance. What have you to look forward to? A little offic

you do!"

so wonderful, after all. Bellamy, the Englishman, came to me a few hours ago. He was Dorward's friend. He knew well what Dorwa

ng declared. "You must stop

travagant woman. Even if I would, I dared not think of a poor man. But twenty thousand pounds is sufficient. When I reach London, I am going to a flat which has bee

e. She whispered a warning under her breath. The two cigar ends had moved nearer. The forms of the two men were now distinct. One was leaning over the side of the ship by Von Behrling's sid

you so long, will you fetch one of my maids? You will find them both in m

m. Mademoiselle Idiale followed him slowly, a

, into which she was duly escorted by a representative of the Opera Syndicate, who had been sent down from London to receive her. Von Behrling seemed to be missing. She had seen nothing of him since

ng. They have told me that if I travel with you they will force their way in. Even now, Stre

se, leaning back in he