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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Elusive Isabel, by Jacques Futrelle
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+Title: Elusive Isabel
+
+Author: Jacques Futrelle
+
+Release Date: February 4, 2004 [EBook #10943]
+
+Language: English
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ELUSIVE ISABEL ***
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+Produced by Steven desJardins and PG Distributed Proofreaders
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+
+ELUSIVE ISABEL
+
+BY
+
+JACQUES FUTRELLE
+
+
+WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY
+
+ALONZO KIMBALL
+
+
+
+
+1908
+
+
+
+
+TO
+
+THE WONDERFUL WOMAN
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+CHAPTER
+
+I  MISS ISABEL THORNE
+
+II  MR. CAMPBELL AND THE CABLE
+
+III  THE LANGUAGE OF THE FAN
+
+IV  THE FLEEING WOMAN
+
+V  A VISIT TO THE COUNT
+
+VI  REVELATIONS
+
+VII  THE SIGNAL
+
+VIII  MISS THORNE AND NOT MISS THORNE
+
+IX  FIFTY THOUSAND DOLLARS
+
+X  A SAFE OPENING
+
+XI  THE LACE HANDKERCHIEF
+
+XII  THE VANISHING DIPLOMATIST
+
+XIII  A CONFERENCE IN THE DARK
+
+XIV  A RESCUE AND AN ESCAPE
+
+XV  MASTER OF THE SITUATION
+
+XVI  LETTERS FROM JAIL
+
+XVII  A CALL ON THE WARDEN
+
+XVIII  NOTICE TO LEAVE
+
+XIX BY WIRELESS
+
+XX THE LIGHT IN THE DOME
+
+XXI A SLIP OF PAPER
+
+XXII THE COMPACT
+
+XXIII  THE PERCUSSION CAP
+
+XXIV  THE PERSONAL EQUATION
+
+XXV WE TWO
+
+XXVI IN WHICH THEY BOTH WIN
+
+
+
+
+ELUSIVE ISABEL
+
+
+
+
+I
+
+MISS ISABEL THORNE
+
+
+All the world rubs elbows in Washington. Outwardly it is merely a city
+of evasion, of conventionalities, sated with the commonplace pleasures
+of life, listless, blasé even, and always exquisitely, albeit frigidly,
+courteous; but beneath the still, suave surface strange currents play at
+cross purposes, intrigue is endless, and the merciless war of diplomacy
+goes on unceasingly. Occasionally, only occasionally, a bubble comes to
+the surface, and when it bursts the echo goes crashing around the earth.
+Sometimes a dynasty is shaken, a nation trembles, a ministry topples
+over; but the ripple moves and all is placid again. No man may know all
+that happens there, for then he would be diplomatic master of the
+world.
+
+"There is plenty of red blood in Washington," remarked a jesting
+legislative gray-beard, once upon a time, "but it's always frozen before
+they put it in circulation. Diplomatic negotiations are conducted in the
+drawing-room, but long before that the fight is fought down cellar. The
+diplomatists meet at table and there isn't any broken crockery, but you
+can always tell what the player thinks of the dealer by the way he draws
+three cards. Everybody is after results; and lots of monarchs of Europe
+sit up nights polishing their crowns waiting for word from Washington."
+
+So, this is Washington! And here at dinner are the diplomatic
+representatives of all the nations. That is the British ambassador, that
+stolid-faced, distinguished-looking, elderly man; and this is the French
+ambassador, dapper, volatile, plus-correct; here Russia's highest
+representative wags a huge, blond beard; and yonder is the phlegmatic
+German ambassador. Scattered around the table, brilliant splotches of
+color, are the uniformed envoys of the Orient--the smaller the country
+the more brilliant the splotch. It is a state dinner, to be followed by
+a state ball, and they are all present.
+
+The Italian ambassador, Count di Rosini, was trying to interpret a
+French _bon mot_ into English for the benefit of the dainty, doll-like
+wife of the Chinese minister--who was educated at Radcliffe--when a
+servant leaned over him and laid a sealed envelope beside his plate. The
+count glanced around at the servant, excused himself to Mrs. Quong Li
+Wi, and opened the envelope. Inside was a single sheet of embassy note
+paper, and a terse line signed by his secretary:
+
+"A lady is waiting for you here. She says she must see you immediately,
+on a matter of the greatest importance."
+
+The count read the note twice, with wrinkled brow, then scribbled on it
+in pencil:
+
+"Impossible to-night. Tell her to call at the embassy to-morrow morning
+at half-past ten o'clock."
+
+He folded the note, handed it to the servant, and resumed his
+conversation with Mrs. Wi.
+
+Half an hour later the same servant placed a second sealed envelope
+beside his plate. Recognizing the superscription, the ambassador
+impatiently shoved it aside, intending to disregard it. But irritated
+curiosity finally triumphed, and he opened it. A white card on which was
+written this command was his reward:
+
+"It is necessary that you come to the embassy at once."
+
+There was no signature. The handwriting was unmistakably that of a
+woman, and just as unmistakably strange to him. He frowned a little as
+he stared at it wonderingly, then idly turned the card over. There was
+no name on the reverse side--only a crest. Evidently the count
+recognized this, for his impassive face reflected surprise for an
+instant, and this was followed by a keen, bewildered interest. Finally
+he arose, made his apologies, and left the room. His automobile was at
+the door.
+
+[Illustration: The handwriting was unmistakably that of a woman.]
+
+"To the embassy," he directed the chauffeur.
+
+And within five minutes he was there. His secretary met him in the hall.
+
+"The lady is waiting in your office," he explained apologetically. "I
+gave her your message, but she said she must see you and would write you
+a line herself. I sent it."
+
+"Quite correct," commented the ambassador. "What name did she give?"
+
+"None," was the reply. "She said none was necessary."
+
+The ambassador laid aside hat and coat and entered his office with a
+slightly puzzled expression on his face. Standing before a window,
+gazing idly out into the light-spangled night, was a young woman, rather
+tall and severely gowned in some rich, glistening stuff which fell away
+sheerly from her splendid bare shoulders. She turned and he found
+himself looking into a pair of clear, blue-gray eyes, frank enough and
+yet in their very frankness possessing an alluring, indefinable
+subtlety. He would not have called her pretty, yet her smile, slight as
+it was, was singularly charming, and there radiated from her a
+something--personality, perhaps--which held his glance. He bowed low,
+and closed the door.
+
+"I am at your service, Madam," he said in a tone of deep respect.
+"Please pardon my delay in coming to you."
+
+"It is unfortunate that I didn't write the first note," she apologized
+graciously. "It would at least have saved a little time. You have the
+card?"
+
+He produced it silently, crest down, and handed it to her. She struck a
+match, lighted the card, and it crumbled up in her gloved hand. The last
+tiny scrap found refuge in a silver tray, where she watched it burn to
+ashes, then she turned to the ambassador with a brilliant smile. He was
+still standing.
+
+"The dinner isn't over yet?" she inquired.
+
+"No, Madam, not for another hour, perhaps."
+
+"Then there's no harm done," she went on lightly. "The dinner isn't of
+any consequence, but I should like very much to attend the ball
+afterward. Can you arrange it for me?"
+
+"I don't know just how I would proceed, Madam," the ambassador objected
+diffidently. "It would be rather unusual, difficult, I may say, and--"
+
+"But surely you can arrange it some way?" she interrupted demurely. "The
+highest diplomatic representative of a great nation should not find it
+difficult to arrange so simple a matter as--as this?" She was smiling.
+
+"Pardon me for suggesting it, Madam," the ambassador persisted
+courteously, "but anything out of the usual attracts attention in
+Washington. I dare say, from the manner of your appearance to-night,
+that you would not care to attract attention to yourself."
+
+She regarded him with an enigmatic smile.
+
+"I'm afraid you don't know women, Count," she said slowly, at last.
+"There's nothing dearer to a woman's heart than to attract attention to
+herself." She laughed--a throaty, silvery note that was charming. "And
+if you hesitate now, then to-morrow--why, to-morrow I am going to ask
+that you open to me all this Washington world--this brilliant world of
+diplomatic society. You see what I ask now is simple."
+
+The ambassador was respectfully silent and deeply thoughtful for a time.
+There was, perhaps, something of resentment struggling within him, and
+certainly there was an uneasy feeling of rebellion at this attempt to
+thrust him forward against all precedent.
+
+"Your requests are of so extraordinary a nature that--" he began in
+courteous protestation.
+
+There was no trace of impatience in the woman's manner; she was still
+smiling.
+
+"It is necessary that I attend the ball to-night," she explained, "you
+may imagine how necessary when I say I sailed from Liverpool six days
+ago, reaching New York at half-past three o'clock this afternoon; and at
+half-past four I was on my way here. I have been here less than one
+hour. I came from Liverpool especially that I might be present; and I
+even dressed on the train so there would be no delay. Now do you see the
+necessity of it?"
+
+Diplomatic procedure is along well-oiled grooves, and the diplomatist
+who steps out of the rut for an instant happens upon strange and
+unexpected obstacles. Knowing this, the ambassador still hesitated. The
+woman apparently understood.
+
+"I had hoped that this would not be necessary," she remarked, and she
+produced a small, sealed envelope. "Please read it."
+
+The ambassador received the envelope with uplifted brows, opened it and
+read what was written on a folded sheet of paper. Some subtle working
+of his brain brought a sudden change in the expression of his face.
+There was wonder in it, and amazement, and more than these. Again he
+bowed low.
+
+"I am at your service, Madam," he repeated. "I shall take pleasure in
+making any arrangements that are necessary. Again, I beg your pardon."
+
+"And it will not be so very difficult, after all, will it?" she
+inquired, and she smiled tauntingly.
+
+"It will not be at all difficult, Madam," the ambassador assured her
+gravely. "I shall take steps at once to have an invitation issued to you
+for to-night; and to-morrow I shall be pleased to proceed as you may
+suggest."
+
+She nodded. He folded the note, replaced it in the envelope and returned
+it to her with another deep bow. She drew her skirts about her and sat
+down; he stood.
+
+"It will be necessary for your name to appear on the invitation," the
+ambassador went on to explain. "If you will give me your name I'll have
+my secretary--"
+
+"Oh, yes, my name," she interrupted gaily. "Why, Count, you embarrass
+me. You know, really, I have no name. Isn't it awkward?"
+
+"I understand perfectly, Madam," responded the count. "I should have
+said _a_ name."
+
+She meditated a moment.
+
+"Well, say--Miss Thorne--Miss Isabel Thorne," she suggested at last.
+"That will do very nicely, don't you think?"
+
+"Very nicely, Miss Thorne," and the ambassador bowed again. "Please
+excuse me a moment, and I'll give my secretary instructions how to
+proceed. There will be a delay of a few minutes."
+
+He opened the door and went out. For a minute or more Miss Thorne sat
+perfectly still, gazing at the blank wooden panels, then she rose and
+went to the window again. In the distance, hazy in the soft night, the
+dome of the capitol rose mistily; over to the right was the
+congressional library, and out there where the lights sparkled lay
+Pennsylvania Avenue, a thread of commerce. Miss Thorne saw it all, and
+suddenly stretched out her arms with an all-enveloping gesture. She
+stood so for a minute, then they fell beside her, and she was
+motionless.
+
+Count di Rosini entered.
+
+"Everything is arranged, Miss Thorne," he announced. "Will you go with
+me in my automobile, or do you prefer to go alone?"
+
+"I'll go alone, please," she answered after a moment. "I shall be there
+about eleven."
+
+The ambassador bowed himself out.
+
+And so Miss Isabel Thorne came to Washington!
+
+
+
+
+II
+
+MR. CAMPBELL AND THE CABLE
+
+
+Just as it is one man's business to manufacture watches, and another
+man's business to peddle shoe-strings, so it was Mr. Campbell's business
+to know things. He was a human card index, a governmental ready
+reference posted to the minute and backed by all the tremendous
+resources of a nation. From the little office in the Secret Service
+Bureau, where he sat day after day, radiating threads connected with the
+huge outer world, and enabled him to keep a firm hand on the diplomatic
+and departmental pulse of Washington. Perhaps he came nearer knowing
+everything that happened there than any other man living; and no man
+realized more perfectly than he just how little of all of it he did
+know.
+
+In person Mr. Campbell was not unlike a retired grocer who had shaken
+the butter and eggs from his soul and settled back to enjoy a life of
+placid idleness. He was a little beyond middle age, pleasant of face,
+white of hair, and blessed with guileless blue eyes. His genius had no
+sparkle to it; it consisted solely of detail and system and
+indefatigability, coupled with a memory that was well nigh infallible.
+His brain was as serene and orderly as a cash register; one almost
+expected to hear it click.
+
+He sat at his desk intently studying a cable despatch which lay before
+him. It was in the Secret Service code. Leaning over his shoulder was
+Mr. Grimm--_the_ Mr. Grimm of the bureau. Mr. Grimm was an utterly
+different type from his chief. He was younger, perhaps thirty-one or
+two, physically well proportioned, a little above the average height,
+with regular features and listless, purposeless eyes--a replica of a
+hundred other young men who dawdle idly in the windows of their clubs
+and watch the world hurry by. His manner was languid; his dress showed
+fastidious care.
+
+Sentence by sentence the bewildering intricacies of the code gave way
+before the placid understanding of Chief Campbell, and word by word,
+from the chaos of it, a translation took intelligible form upon a sheet
+of paper under his right hand. Mr. Grimm, looking on, exhibited only a
+most perfunctory interest in the extraordinary message he was reading;
+the listless eyes narrowed a little, that was all. It was a special
+despatch from Lisbon dated that morning, and signed simply "Gault."
+Completely translated it ran thus:
+
+"Secret offensive and defensive alliance of the Latin against the
+English-speaking nations of the world is planned. Italy, France, Spain
+and two South American republics will soon sign compact in Washington.
+Proposition just made to Portugal, and may be accepted. Special envoys
+now working in Mexico and Central and South America. Germany invited to
+join, but refuses as yet, giving, however, tacit support; attitude of
+Russia and Japan unknown to me. Prince Benedetto d'Abruzzi, believed to
+be in Washington at present, has absolute power to sign for Italy,
+France and Spain. Profound secrecy enjoined and preserved. I learned of
+it by underground. Shall I inform our minister? Cable instructions."
+
+"So much!" commented Mr. Campbell.
+
+He clasped his hands behind his head, lay back in his chair and sat for
+a long time, staring with steadfast, thoughtful eyes into the impassive
+face of his subordinate. Mr. Grimm perched himself on the edge of the
+desk and with his legs dangling read the despatch a second time, and a
+third.
+
+"If," he observed slowly, "if any other man than Gault had sent that I
+should have said he was crazy."
+
+"The peace of the world is in peril, Mr. Grimm," said Campbell
+impressively, at last. "It had to come, of course, the United States and
+England against a large part of Europe and all of Central and South
+America. It had to come, and yet--!"
+
+He broke off abruptly, and picked up the receiver of his desk
+telephone.
+
+"The White House, please," he requested curtly, and then, after a
+moment: "Hello! Please ask the president if he will receive Mr. Campbell
+immediately. Yes, Mr. Campbell of the Secret Service." There was a
+pause. Mr. Grimm removed his immaculate person from the desk, and took a
+chair. "Hello! In half an hour? So much!"
+
+The pages of the Almanac de Gotha fluttered through his fingers, and
+finally he leaned forward and studied a paragraph of it closely. When he
+raised his eyes again there was that in them which Mr. Grimm had never
+seen before--a settled, darkening shadow.
+
+"The world-war has long been a chimera, Mr. Grimm," he remarked at last,
+"but now--now! Think of it! Of course, the Central and South American
+countries, taken separately, are inconsequential, and that is true, too,
+of the Latin countries of Europe, except France, but taken in
+combination, under one directing mind, the allied navies would be--would
+be formidable, at least. Backed by the moral support of Germany, and
+perhaps Japan--! Don't you see? Don't you see?"
+
+He lapsed into silence. Mr. Grimm opened his lips to ask a question: Mr.
+Campbell anticipated it unerringly:
+
+"The purpose of such an alliance? It is not too much to construe it into
+the first step toward a world-war--a war of reprisal and conquest beside
+which the other great wars of the world would seem trivial. For the fact
+has at last come home to the nations of the world that ultimately the
+English-speaking peoples will dominate it--dominate it, because they are
+the practical peoples. They have given to the world all its great
+practical inventions--the railroad, the steamship, electricity, the
+telegraph and cable--all of them; they are the great civilizing forces,
+rounding the world up to new moral understanding, for what England has
+done in Africa and India we have done in a smaller way in the
+Philippines and Cuba and Porto Rico; they are the great commercial
+peoples, slowly but surely winning the market-places of the earth;
+wherever the English or the American flag is planted there the English
+tongue is being spoken, and there the peoples are being taught the
+sanity of right living and square dealing.
+
+"It requires no great effort of the imagination, Mr. Grimm, to foresee
+that day when the traditional power of Paris, and Berlin, and St.
+Petersburg, and Madrid will be honey-combed by the steady encroachment
+of our methods. This alliance would indicate that already that day has
+been foreseen; that there is now a resentment which is about to find
+expression in one great, desperate struggle for world supremacy. A few
+hundred years ago Italy--or Rome--was stripped of her power; only
+recently the United States dispelled the illusion that Spain was
+anything but a shell; and France--! One can't help but wonder if the
+power she boasts is not principally on paper. But if their forces are
+combined? Do you see? It would be an enormous power to reckon with, with
+a hundred bases of supplies right at our doors."
+
+He rose suddenly and walked over to the window, where he stood for a
+moment, staring out with unseeing eyes.
+
+"Given a yard of canvas, Mr. Grimm," he went on finally, "a Spanish boy
+will waste it, a French boy will paint a picture on it, an English boy
+will built a sail-boat, and an American boy will erect a tent. That
+fully illustrates the difference in the races."
+
+He abandoned the didactic tone, and returned to the material matter in
+hand. Mr. Grimm passed him the despatch and he sat down again.
+
+"'Will soon sign compact in Washington,'" he read musingly. "Now I don't
+know that the signing of that compact can be prevented, but the signing
+of it on United States soil can be prevented. You will see to that, Mr.
+Grimm."
+
+"Very well," the young man agreed carelessly. The magnitude of such a
+task made, apparently, not the slightest impression on him. He languidly
+drew on his gloves.
+
+"And meanwhile I shall take steps to ascertain the attitude of Russian
+and Japanese representatives in this city."
+
+Mr. Grimm nodded.
+
+"And now, for Prince Benedetto d'Abruzzi," Mr. Campbell went on slowly.
+"Officially he is not in Washington, nor the United States, for that
+matter. Naturally, on such a mission, he would not come as a publicly
+accredited agent, therefore, I imagine, he is to be sought under another
+name."
+
+"Of course," Mr. Grimm acquiesced.
+
+"And he would avoid the big hotels."
+
+"Certainly."
+
+Mr. Campbell permitted his guileless blue eyes to linger inquiringly
+upon those of the young man for half a minute. He caught himself
+wondering, sometimes, at the perfection of the deliberate indifference
+with which Mr. Grimm masked his emotions. In his admiration of this
+quality he quite overlooked the remarkable mask of benevolence behind
+which he himself hid.
+
+"And the name, D'Abruzzi," he remarked, after a time. "What does it mean
+to you, Mr. Grimm?"
+
+"It means that I am to deal with a prince of the royal blood of Italy,"
+was the unhesitating response. Mr. Grimm picked up the Almanac de Gotha
+and glanced at the open page. "Of course, the first thing to do is to
+find him; the rest will be simple enough." He perused the page
+carelessly. "I will begin work at once."
+
+
+
+
+III
+
+THE LANGUAGE OF THE FAN
+
+
+Mr. Grimm was chatting idly with Señorita Rodriguez, daughter of the
+minister from Venezuela, the while he permitted his listless eyes to
+wander aimlessly about the spacious ball-room of the German embassy,
+ablaze with festooned lights, and brilliant with a multi-colored chaos
+of uniforms. Gleaming pearl-white, translucent in the mass, were the
+bare shoulders of women; and from far off came the plaintive whine of an
+orchestra, a pulsing sense rather than a living sound, of music, pointed
+here and there by the staccato cry of a flute. A zephyr, perfumed with
+the clean, fresh odor of lilacs, stirred the draperies of the archway
+which led into the conservatory and rustled the bending branches of
+palms and ferns.
+
+For a scant instant Mr. Grimm's eyes rested on a young woman who sat a
+dozen feet away, talking, in playful animation, with an undersecretary
+of the British embassy--a young woman severely gowned in some glistening
+stuff which fell away sheerly from her splendid bare shoulders. She
+glanced up, as if in acknowledgment of his look, and her eyes met his.
+Frank, blue-gray eyes they were, stirred to their depths now by
+amusement. She smiled at Señorita Rodriguez, in token of recognition.
+
+"Aren't they wonderful?" asked Señorita Rodriguez with the quick,
+bubbling enthusiasm of her race.
+
+"What?" asked Mr. Grimm.
+
+"Her eyes," was the reply. "Every person has one dominant feature--with
+Miss Thorne it is her eyes."
+
+"Miss Thorne?" Mr. Grimm repeated.
+
+"Haven't you met her?" the señorita went on. "Miss Isabel Thorne? She
+only arrived a few days ago--the night of the state ball. She's my
+guest at the legation. When an opportunity comes I shall present you to
+her."
+
+She ran on, about other things, with only an occasional remark from Mr.
+Grimm, who was thoughtfully nursing his knee. Somewhere through the
+chatter and effervescent gaiety, mingling with the sound of the pulsing
+music, he had a singular impression of a rhythmical beat, an indistinct
+tattoo, noticeable, perhaps, only because of its monotony. After a
+moment he shot a quick glance at Miss Thorne and understood; it was the
+tapping of an exquisitely wrought ivory fan against one of her tapering,
+gloved fingers. She was talking and smiling.
+
+"Dot-dash-dot! Dot-dash-dot! Dot-dash-dot!" said the fan.
+
+Mr. Grimm twisted around in his seat and regaled his listless eyes with
+a long stare into the señorita's pretty face. Behind the careless ease
+of repose he was mechanically isolating the faint clatter of the fan.
+
+"Dot-dash-dot! Dot-dash-dot! Dot-dash-dot!"
+
+"Did any one ever accuse you of staring, Mr. Grimm?" demanded the
+señorita banteringly.
+
+For an instant Mr. Grimm continued to stare, and then his listless eyes
+swept the ball-room, pausing involuntarily at the scarlet splendor of
+the minister from Turkey.
+
+"I beg your pardon," he apologized contritely. There was a pause. "The
+minister from Turkey looks like a barn on fire, doesn't he?"
+
+Señorita Rodriguez laughed, and Mr. Grimm glanced idly toward Miss
+Thorne. She was still talking, her face alive with interest; and the fan
+was still tapping rhythmically, steadily, now on the arm of her chair.
+
+"Dot-dash-dot! Dot-dash-dot! Dot-dash-dot! Dot-dash-dot!"
+
+"Pretty women who don't want to be stared at should go with their faces
+swathed," Mr. Grimm suggested indolently. "Haroun el Raschid there would
+agree with me on that point, I have no doubt. What a shock he would get
+if he should happen up at Atlantic City for a week-end in August!"
+
+"Dot-dash-dot! Dot-dash-dot! Dot-dash-dot!"
+
+Mr. Grimm read it with perfect understanding; it was "F--F--F" in the
+Morse code, the call of one operator to another. Was it accident? Mr.
+Grimm wondered, and wondering he went on talking lazily:
+
+"Curious, isn't it, the smaller the nation the more color it crowds into
+the uniforms of its diplomatists? The British ambassador, you will
+observe, is clothed sanely and modestly, as befits the representative of
+a great nation; but coming on down by way of Spain and Italy, they get
+more gorgeous. However, I dare say as stout a heart beats beneath a
+sky-blue sash as behind the unembellished black of evening dress."
+
+"F--F--F," the fan was calling insistently.
+
+And then the answer came. It took the unexpectedly prosaic form of a
+violent sneeze, a vociferous outburst on a bench directly behind Mr.
+Grimm. Señorita Rodriguez jumped, then laughed nervously.
+
+"It startled me," she explained.
+
+"I think there must be a draft from the conservatory," said a man's
+voice apologetically. "Do you ladies feel it? No? Well, if you'll excuse
+me--?"
+
+Mr. Grimm glanced back languidly. The speaker was Charles Winthrop
+Rankin, a brilliant young American lawyer who was attached to the German
+embassy in an advisory capacity. Among other things he was a Heidelberg
+man, having spent some dozen years of his life in Germany, where he
+established influential connections. Mr. Grimm knew him only by sight.
+
+And now the rhythmical tapping of Miss Thorne's fan underwent a change.
+There was a flutter of gaiety in her voice the while the ivory fan
+tapped steadily.
+
+"Dot-dot-dot! Dash! Dash-dash-dash! Dot-dot-dash! Dash!"
+
+"S--t--5--u--t," Mr. Grimm read in Morse. He laughed pleasantly at some
+remark of his companion.
+
+"Dash-dash! Dot-dash! Dash-dot!" said the fan.
+
+"M--a--n," Mr. Grimm spelled it out, the while his listless eyes roved
+aimlessly over the throng. "S--t--5--u--t m--a--n!" Was it meant for
+"stout man?" Mr. Grimm wondered.
+
+"Dot-dash-dot! Dot! Dash-dot-dot!"
+
+"F--e--d," that was.
+
+"Dot-dot-dash-dot! Dot-dash! Dash-dot-dash-dot! Dot!"
+
+"Q--a--j--e!" Mr. Grimm was puzzled a little now, but there was not a
+wrinkle, nor the tiniest indication of perplexity in his face. Instead
+he began talking of Raphael's cherubs, the remark being called into life
+by the high complexion of a young man who was passing. Miss Thorne
+glanced at him once keenly, her splendid eyes fairly aglow, and the fan
+rattled on in the code.
+
+"Dash-dot! Dot! Dot-dash! Dot-dash-dot!"
+
+"N--e--a--f." Mr. Grimm was still spelling it out.
+
+Then came a perfect jumble. Mr. Grimm followed it with difficulty, a
+difficulty utterly belied by the quizzical lines about his mouth. As he
+caught it, it was like this: "J--5--n--s--e--f--v--a--t--5--f,"
+followed by an arbitrary signal which is not in the Morse code:
+"Dash-dot-dash-dash!"
+
+Mr. Grimm carefully stored that jumble away in some recess of his brain,
+along with the unknown signal.
+
+"D--5--5--f," he read, and then, on to the end: "B--f--i--n--g
+5--v--e--f w--h--e--n g g--5--e--s."
+
+That was all, apparently. The soft clatter of the fan against the arm of
+the chair ran on meaninglessly after that.
+
+"May I bring you an ice?" Mr. Grimm asked at last.
+
+"If you will, please," responded the señorita, "and when you come back
+I'll reward you by presenting you to Miss Thorne. You'll find her
+charming; and Mr. Cadwallader has monopolized her long enough."
+
+Mr. Grimm bowed and left her. He had barely disappeared when Mr. Rankin
+lounged along in front of Miss Thorne. He glanced at her, paused and
+greeted her effusively.
+
+"Why, Miss Thorne!" he exclaimed. "I'm delighted to see you here. I
+understood you would not be present, and--"
+
+Their hands met in a friendly clasp as she rose and moved away, with a
+nod of excuse to Mr. Cadwallader. A thin slip of paper, thrice folded,
+passed from Mr. Rankin to her. She tugged at her glove, and thrust the
+little paper, still folded, inside the palm.
+
+"Is it yes, or no?" Miss Thorne asked in a low tone.
+
+"Frankly, I can't say," was the reply.
+
+"He read the message," she explained hastily, "and now he has gone to
+decipher it."
+
+She gathered up her trailing skirts over one arm, and together they
+glided away through the crowd to the strains of a Strauss waltz.
+
+"I'm going to faint in a moment," she said quite calmly to Mr. Rankin.
+"Please have me sent to the ladies' dressing-room."
+
+"I understand," he replied quietly.
+
+
+
+
+IV
+
+THE FLEEING WOMAN
+
+
+Mr. Grimm went straight to a quiet nook of the smoking-room and there,
+after a moment, Mr. Campbell joined him. The bland benevolence of the
+chief's face was disturbed by the slightest questioning uplift of his
+brows as he dropped into a seat opposite Mr. Grimm, and lighted a cigar.
+Mr. Grimm raised his hand, and a servant who stood near, approached
+them.
+
+"An ice--here," Mr. Grimm directed tersely.
+
+The servant bowed and disappeared, and Mr. Grimm hastily scribbled
+something on a sheet of paper and handed it to his chief.
+
+"There is a reading, in the Morse code, of a message that seems to be
+unintelligible," Mr. Grimm explained. "I have reason to believe it is
+in the Continental code. You know the Continental--I don't."
+
+Mr. Campbell read this:
+
+"St5ut man fed qaje neaf j5nsefvat5f," and then came the unknown,
+dash-dot-dash-dash. "That," he explained, "is Y in the Continental
+code." It went on: "d55f bfing 5vef when g g5es."
+
+The chief read it off glibly:
+
+"Stout man, red face, near conservatory door. Bring over when G goes."
+
+"Very well!" commented Mr. Grimm ambiguously.
+
+With no word of explanation, he rose and went out, pausing at the door
+to take the ice which the servant was bringing in. The seat where he had
+left Señorita Rodriguez was vacant; so was the chair where Miss Thorne
+had been. He glanced about inquiringly, and a servant who stood stolidly
+near the conservatory door approached him.
+
+"Pardon, sir, but the lady who was sitting here," and he indicated the
+chair where Miss Thorne had been sitting, "fainted while dancing, and
+the lady who was with you went along when she was removed to the ladies'
+dressing-room, sir."
+
+Mr. Grimm's teeth closed with a little snap.
+
+"Did you happen to notice any time this evening a stout gentleman, with
+red face, near the conservatory door?" he asked.
+
+The servant pondered a moment, then shook his head.
+
+"No, sir."
+
+"Thank you."
+
+Mr. Grimm was just turning away, when there came the sharp, vibrant
+cra-a-sh! of a revolver, somewhere off to his left. The president! That
+was his first thought. One glance across the room to where the chief
+executive stood, in conversation with two other gentlemen, reassured
+him. The choleric blue eyes of the president had opened a little at the
+sound, then he calmly resumed the conversation. Mr. Grimm impulsively
+started toward the little group, but already a cordon was being drawn
+there--a cordon of quiet-faced, keen-eyed men, unobstrusively forcing
+their way through the crowd. There was Johnson, and Hastings, and Blair,
+and half a dozen others.
+
+The room had been struck dumb. The dancers stopped, with tense,
+inquiring looks, and the plaintive whine of the orchestra, far away,
+faltered, then ceased. There was one brief instant of utter silence in
+which white-faced women clung to the arms of their escorts, and the
+brilliant galaxy of colors halted. Then, after a moment, there came
+clearly through the stillness, the excited, guttural command of the
+German ambassador.
+
+"Keep on blaying, you tam fools! Keep on blaying!"
+
+The orchestra started again tremulously. Mr. Grimm nodded a silent
+approval of the ambassador's command, then turned away toward his left,
+in the direction of the shot. After the first dismay, there was a
+general movement of the crowd in that direction, a movement which was
+checked by Mr. Campbell's appearance upon a chair, with a smile on his
+bland face.
+
+"No harm done," he called. "One of the officers present dropped his
+revolver, and it was accidently discharged. No harm done."
+
+There was a moment's excited chatter, deep-drawn breaths of relief, the
+orchestra swung again into the interrupted rhythm, and the dancers moved
+on. Mr. Grimm went straight to his chief, who had stepped down from the
+chair. Two other Secret Service men stood behind him, blocking the
+doorway that opened into a narrow hall.
+
+"This way," directed the chief tersely.
+
+Mr. Grimm walked along beside him. They skirted the end of the ball-room
+until they came to another door opening into the hall. Chief Campbell
+pushed it open, and entered. One of his men stood just inside.
+
+"What was it, Gray?" asked the chief.
+
+"Señor Alvarez, of the Mexican legation, was shot," was the reply.
+
+"Dead?"
+
+"Only wounded. He's in that room," and he indicated a door a little way
+down the hall. "Fairchild, two servants, and a physician are with him."
+
+"Who shot him?"
+
+"Don't know. We found him lying in the hall here."
+
+Still followed by Mr. Grimm, the chief entered the room, and together
+they bent over the wounded man. The bullet had entered the torso just
+below the ribs on the left side.
+
+"It's a clean wound," the physician was explaining. "The bullet passed
+through. There's no immediate danger."
+
+Señor Alvarez opened his eyes, and stared about him in bewilderment;
+then alarm overspread his face, and he made spasmodic efforts to reach
+the inside breast pocket of his coat. Mr. Grimm obligingly thrust his
+hand into the pocket and drew out its contents, the while Señor Alvarez
+struggled frantically.
+
+"Just a moment," Mr. Grimm advised quietly. "I'm only going to let you
+see if it is here. Is it?"
+
+He held the papers, one by one, in front of the wounded man, and each
+time a shake of the head was his answer. At the last Señor Alvarez
+closed his eyes again.
+
+"What sort of paper was it?" inquired Mr. Grimm.
+
+"None of your business," came the curt answer.
+
+"Who shot you?"
+
+"None of your business."
+
+"A man?"
+
+Señor Alvarez was silent.
+
+"A woman?"
+
+Still silence.
+
+With some new idea Mr. Grimm turned away suddenly and started out into
+the hall. He met a maid-servant at the door, coming in. Her face was
+blanched, and she stuttered through sheer excitement.
+
+"A lady, sir--a lady--" she began babblingly.
+
+Mr. Grimm calmly closed the door, shutting in the wounded man, Chief
+Campbell and the others. Then he caught the maid sharply by the arm and
+shook some coherence into her disordered brain.
+
+"A lady--she ran away, sir," the girl went on, in blank surprise.
+
+"What lady?" demanded Mr. Grimm coldly. "Where did she run from? Why did
+she run?" The maid stared at him with mouth agape. "Begin at the
+beginning."
+
+"I was in that room, farther down the hall, sir," the maid explained.
+"The door was open. I heard the shot, and it frightened me so--I don't
+know--I was afraid to look out right away, sir. Then, an instant later,
+a lady come running along the hall, sir--that way," and she indicated
+the rear of the house. "Then I came to the door and looked out to see
+who it was, and what was the matter, sir. I was standing there when a
+man--a man came along after the lady, and banged the door in my face,
+sir. The door had a spring lock, and I was so--so frightened and excited
+I couldn't open it right away, sir, and--and when I did I came here to
+see what was the matter." She drew a deep breath and stopped.
+
+"That all?" demanded Mr. Grimm.
+
+"Yes, sir, except--except the lady had a pistol in her hand, sir--"
+
+Mr. Grimm regarded her in silence for a moment.
+
+"Who was the lady?" he asked at last.
+
+"I forget her name, sir. She was the lady who--who fainted in the
+ball-room, sir, just a few minutes ago."
+
+Whatever emotion may have been aroused within Mr. Grimm it certainly
+found no expression in his face. When he spoke again his voice was quite
+calm.
+
+"Miss Thorne, perhaps?"
+
+"Yes, sir, that's the name--Miss Thorne. I was in the ladies'
+dressing-room when she was brought in, sir, and I remember some one
+called her name."
+
+Mr. Grimm took the girl, still a-quiver with excitement, and led her
+along the hall to where Gray stood.
+
+"Take this girl in charge, Gray," he directed. "Lock her up, if
+necessary. Don't permit her to say one word to anybody--_anybody_ you
+understand, except the chief."
+
+Mr. Grimm left them there. He passed along the hall, glancing in each
+room as he went, until he came to a short flight of stairs leading
+toward the kitchen. He went on down silently. The lights were burning,
+but the place was still, deserted. All the servants who belonged there
+were evidently, for the moment, transferred to other posts. He passed on
+through the kitchen and out the back door into the street.
+
+A little distance away, leaning against a lamp-post, a man was
+standing. He might have been waiting for a car. Mr. Grimm approached
+him.
+
+"Beg pardon," he said, "did you see a woman come out of the back door,
+there?"
+
+"Yes, just a moment or so ago," replied the stranger. "She got into an
+automobile at the corner. I imagine this is hers," and he extended a
+handkerchief, a dainty, perfumed trifle of lace. "I picked it up
+immediately after she passed."
+
+Mr. Grimm took the handkerchief and examined it under the light. For a
+time he was thoughtful, with lowered eyes, which, finally raised, met
+those of the stranger with a scrutinizing stare.
+
+"Why," asked Mr. Grimm slowly and distinctly, "why did you slam the door
+in the girl's face?"
+
+"Why did I--what?" came the answering question.
+
+"Why did you slam the door in the girl's face?" Mr. Grimm repeated
+slowly.
+
+The stranger stared in utter amazement--an amazement so frank, so
+unacted, so genuine, that Mr. Grimm was satisfied.
+
+"Did you see a man come out the door?" Mr. Grimm pursued.
+
+"No. Say, young fellow, I guess you've had a little too much to drink,
+haven't you?"
+
+But by that time Mr. Grimm was turning the corner.
+
+
+
+
+V
+
+A VISIT TO THE COUNT
+
+
+The bland serenity of Mr. Campbell's face was disturbed by thin, spidery
+lines of perplexity, and the guileless blue eyes were vacant as he
+stared at the top of his desk. Mr. Grimm was talking.
+
+"From the moment Miss Thorne turned the corner I lost all trace of her,"
+he said. "Either she had an automobile in waiting, or else she was lucky
+enough to find one immediately she came out. She did not return to the
+embassy ball last night--that much is certain." He paused reflectively.
+"She is a guest of Señorita Inez Rodriguez at the Venezuelan legation,"
+he added.
+
+"Yes, I know," his chief nodded.
+
+"I didn't attempt to see her there last night for two reasons," Mr.
+Grimm continued. "First, she can have no possible knowledge of the fact
+that she is suspected, unless perhaps the man who slammed the door--"
+He paused. "Anyway, she will not attempt to leave Washington; I am
+confident of that. Again, it didn't seem wise to me to employ the
+ordinary crude police methods in the case--that is, go to the Venezuelan
+legation and kick up a row."
+
+For a long time Campbell was silent; the perplexed lines still furrowed
+his benevolent forehead.
+
+"The president is very anxious that we get to facts in this reported
+Latin alliance as soon as possible," he said at last, irrelevantly. "He
+mentioned the matter last night, and he has been keeping in constant
+communication with Gault, in Lisbon, who, however, has not been able to
+add materially to the original despatch. Under all the circumstances
+don't you think it would be best for me to relieve you of the
+investigation of this shooting affair so that you can concentrate on
+this greater and more important thing?"
+
+"Will Señor Alvarez die?" asked Mr. Grimm in turn.
+
+"His condition is serious, although the wound is not necessarily fatal,"
+was the reply.
+
+Mr. Grimm arose, stretched his long legs and stood for a little while
+gazing out the window. Finally he turned to his chief:
+
+"What do we know, here in the bureau, about Miss Thorne?"
+
+"Thus far the reports on her are of the usual perfunctory nature," Mr.
+Campbell explained. He drew a card from a pigeonhole of his desk and
+glanced at it. "She arrived in Washington two weeks and two days ago
+from New York, off the _Lusitania_, from Liverpool. She brought some
+sort of an introduction to Count di Rosini, the Italian ambassador, and
+he obtained for her a special invitation to the state ball, which was
+held that night. Until four days ago she was a guest at the Italian
+embassy, but now, as you know, is a guest at the Venezuelan legation.
+Since her arrival here she has been prominently pushed forward into
+society; she has gone everywhere, and been received everywhere in the
+diplomatic set. We have no knowledge of her beyond this."
+
+There was a question in Mr. Grimm's listless eyes as they met those of
+his chief. The same line of thought was running in both their minds,
+born, perhaps, of the association of ideas--Italy as one of three great
+nations known to be in the Latin compact; Prince Benedetto d'Abruzzi, of
+Italy, the secret envoy of three countries; the sudden appearance of
+Miss Thorne at the Italian embassy. And in the mind of the younger man
+there was more than this--a definite knowledge of a message cunningly
+transmitted to Mr. Rankin, of the German embassy, by Miss Thorne there
+in the ball-room.
+
+"Can you imagine--" he asked slowly, "can you imagine a person who would
+be of more value to the Latin governments in Washington right at this
+stage of the negotiations than a brilliant woman agent?"
+
+"I most certainly can not," was the chief's unhesitating response.
+
+"In that case I _don't_ think it would be wise to transfer the
+investigation of the shooting affair to another man," said Mr. Grimm
+emphatically, reverting to his chief's question. "I think, on the
+contrary, we should find out more about Miss Thorne."
+
+"Precisely," Campbell agreed.
+
+"Ask all the great capitals about her--Madrid, Paris and Rome,
+particularly; then, perhaps, London and Berlin and St. Petersburg."
+
+Mr. Campbell thoughtfully scribbled the names of the cities on a slip of
+paper.
+
+"Do you intend to arrest Miss Thorne for the shooting?" he queried.
+
+"I don't know," replied Mr. Grimm frankly. "I don't know," he repeated
+musingly. "If I _do_ arrest her immediately I may cut off a clue which
+will lead to the other affair. I don't know," he concluded.
+
+"Use your own judgment, and bear in mind that a man--_a man_ slammed
+the door in the maid's face."
+
+"I shall not forget him," Mr. Grimm answered. "Now I'm going over to
+talk to Count di Rosini for a while."
+
+The young man went out, thoughtfully tugging at his gloves. The Italian
+ambassador received him with an inquiring uplift of his dark brows.
+
+"I came to make some inquiries in regard to Miss Thorne--Miss Isabel
+Thorne," Mr. Grimm informed him frankly.
+
+The count was surprised, but it didn't appear in his face.
+
+"As I understand it," the young man pursued, "you are sponsor for her in
+Washington?"
+
+The count, evasively diplomatic, born and bred in a school of caution,
+considered the question from every standpoint.
+
+"It may be that I am so regarded," he admitted at last.
+
+"May I inquire if the sponsorship is official, personal, social, or all
+three?" Mr. Grimm continued.
+
+There was silence for a long time.
+
+"I don't see the trend of your questioning," said the ambassador
+finally. "Miss Thorne is worthy of my protection in every way."
+
+"Let's suppose a case," suggested Mr. Grimm blandly. "Suppose Miss
+Thorne had--had, let us say, shot a man, and he was about to die, would
+you feel justified in withdrawing that--that protection, as you call
+it?"
+
+"Such a thing is preposterous!" exclaimed the ambassador. "The utter
+absurdity of such a charge would impel me to offer her every
+assistance."
+
+Mr. Grimm nodded.
+
+"And if it were proved to your satisfaction that she _did_ shoot him?"
+he went on evenly.
+
+The count's lips were drawn together in a straight line.
+
+"Whom, may I ask," he inquired frigidly, "are we supposing that Miss
+Thorne shot?"
+
+"No one, particularly," Mr. Grimm assured him easily. "Just suppose
+that she _had_ shot anybody--me, say, or Señor Alvarez?"
+
+"I can't answer a question so ridiculous as that."
+
+"And suppose we go a little further," Mr. Grimm insisted pleasantly,
+"and assume that you _knew_ she _had_ shot some one, say Señor Alvarez,
+and you _could_ protect her from the consequences, _would_ you?"
+
+"I decline to suppose anything so utterly absurd," was the rejoinder.
+
+Mr. Grimm sat with his elbows on his knees, idly twisting a seal ring on
+his little finger. The searching eyes of the ambassador found his face
+blankly inscrutable.
+
+"Diplomatic representatives in Washington have certain obligations to
+this government," the young man reminded him. "We--that is, the
+government of the United States--undertake to guarantee the personal
+safety of every accredited representative; in return for that
+protection we must insist upon the name and identity of a dangerous
+person who may be known to any foreign representative. Understand,
+please, I'm not asserting that Miss Thorne is a dangerous person. You
+are sponsor for her here. Is she, in every way, worthy of your
+protection?"
+
+"Yes," said the ambassador flatly.
+
+"I can take it, then, that the introduction she brought to you is from a
+person whose position is high enough to insure Miss Thorne's position?"
+
+"That is correct."
+
+"Very well!"
+
+And Mr. Grimm went away.
+
+
+
+
+VI
+
+REVELATIONS
+
+
+Some vague, indefinable shadow darkened Miss Thorne's clear, blue-gray
+eyes, in sharp contrast to the glow of radiant health in her cheeks, as
+she stepped from an automobile in front of the Venezuelan legation, and
+ran lightly up the steps. A liveried servant opened the door.
+
+"A gentleman is waiting for you, Madam," he announced. "His card is here
+on the--"
+
+"I was expecting him," she interrupted.
+
+"Which room, please?"
+
+"The blue room, Madam."
+
+Miss Thorne passed along the hallway which led to a suite of small
+drawing-rooms opening on a garden in the rear, pushed aside the
+portières, and entered.
+
+"I'm sorry I've kept you--" she began, and then, in a tone of surprise:
+"I beg your pardon."
+
+A gentleman rose and bowed gravely.
+
+"I am Mr. Grimm of the Secret Service," he informed her with frank
+courtesy. "I am afraid you were expecting some one else; I handed my
+card to the footman."
+
+For an instant the blue-gray eyes opened wide in astonishment, and then
+some quick, subtle change swept over Miss Thorne's face. She smiled
+graciously and motioned him to a seat.
+
+"This is quite a different meeting from the one Señorita Rodriguez had
+planned, isn't it?" she asked.
+
+There was a taunting curve on her scarlet lips; the shadow passed from
+her eyes; her slim, white hands lay idle in her lap. Mr. Grimm regarded
+her reflectively. There was a determination of steel back of this
+charming exterior; there was an indomitable will, a keen brain, and all
+of a woman's intuition to reckon with. She was silent, with a
+questioning upward slant of her arched brows.
+
+"I am not mistaken in assuming that you are a secret agent of the
+Italian government, am I?" he queried finally.
+
+"No," she responded readily.
+
+"In that event I may speak with perfect frankness?" he went on. "It
+would be as useless as it would be absurd to approach the matter in any
+other manner?" It was a question.
+
+Miss Thorne was still smiling, but again the vague, indefinable shadow,
+momentarily lifted, darkened her eyes.
+
+"You may be frank, of course," she said pleasantly. "Please go on."
+
+"Señor Alvarez was shot at the German Embassy Ball last night," Mr.
+Grimm told her.
+
+Miss Thorne nodded, as if in wonder.
+
+"Did you, or did you not, shoot him?"
+
+It was quite casual. She received the question without change of
+countenance, but involuntarily she caught her breath. It might have
+been a sigh of relief.
+
+"Why do you come to me with such a query?" she asked in turn.
+
+"I beg your pardon," interposed Mr. Grimm steadily. "Did you, or did you
+not, shoot him?"
+
+"No, of course I didn't shoot him," was the reply. If there was any
+emotion in the tone it was merely impatience. "Why do you come to me?"
+she repeated.
+
+"Why do I come to you?" Mr. Grimm echoed the question, while his
+listless eyes rested on her face. "I will be absolutely frank, as I feel
+sure you would be under the same circumstances." He paused a moment; she
+nodded. "Well, immediately after the shooting you ran along the hallway
+with a revolver in your hand; you ran down the steps into the kitchen,
+and out through the back door, where you entered an automobile. That is
+not conjecture; it is susceptible of proof by eye witnesses."
+
+Miss Thorne rose suddenly with a queer, helpless little gesture of her
+arms, and walked to the window. She stood there for a long time with her
+hands clasped behind her back.
+
+"That brings us to another question," Mr. Grimm continued mercilessly.
+"If you did not shoot Señor Alvarez, do you know who did?"
+
+There was another long pause.
+
+"I want to believe you, Miss Thorne," he supplemented.
+
+She turned quickly with something of defiance in her attitude.
+
+"Yes, I know," she said slowly. "It were useless to deny it."
+
+"Who was it?"
+
+"I won't tell you."
+
+Mr. Grimm leaned forward in his chair, and spoke earnestly.
+
+"Understand, please, that by that answer you assume equal guilt with the
+person who actually did the shooting," he explained. "If you adhere to
+it you compel me to regard you as an accomplice." His questioning took a
+different line.
+
+"Will you explain how the revolver came into your possession?"
+
+"Oh, I--I picked it up in the hallway there," she replied vaguely.
+
+"I want to believe you, Miss Thorne," Mr. Grimm said again.
+
+"You may. I picked it up in the hallway," she repeated. "I saw it lying
+there and picked it up."
+
+"Why that, instead of giving an alarm?"
+
+"No alarm was necessary. The shot itself was an alarm."
+
+"Then why," Mr. Grimm persisted coldly, "did you run along the hallway
+and escape by way of the kitchen? If you did not do the shooting, why
+the necessity of escape, carrying the revolver?"
+
+There was that in the blue-gray eyes which brought Mr. Grimm to his
+feet. His hands gripped each other cruelly; his tone was calm as always.
+
+"Why did you take the revolver?" he asked.
+
+Miss Thorne's head drooped forward a little, and she was silent.
+
+"There are only two possibilities, of course," he went on. "First, that
+you, in spite of your denial, did the shooting."
+
+"I did not!" The words fairly burst from her tightly closed lips.
+
+"Or that you knew the revolver, and took it to save the person, man or
+woman, who fired the shot. I will assume, for the moment, that this is
+correct. Where is the revolver?"
+
+From the adjoining room there came a slight noise, a faint breath of
+sound; or it might have been only an echo of silence. Their eyes were
+fixed each upon the others unwaveringly, with not a flicker to indicate
+that either had heard. After a moment Miss Thorne returned to her chair
+and sat down.
+
+"It's rather a singular situation, isn't it, Mr. Grimm?" she inquired
+irrelevantly. "You, Mr. Grimm of the Secret Service of the United
+States; I, Isabel Thorne, a secret agent of Italy together here, one
+accusing the other of a crime, and perhaps with good reason."
+
+"Where is the revolver?" Mr. Grimm insisted.
+
+"If you were any one else _but_ you! I could not afford to be frank with
+you and--"
+
+"If you had been any one else but _you_ I should have placed you under
+arrest when I entered the room."
+
+She smiled, and inclined her head.
+
+"I understand," she said pleasantly. "For the reason that you are Mr.
+Grimm of the Secret Service I shall tell you the truth. I _did_ take the
+revolver because I knew who had fired the shot. Believe me when I tell
+you that that person did not act with my knowledge or consent. You do
+believe that? You do?" She was pleading, eager to convince him.
+
+After a while Mr. Grimm nodded.
+
+"The revolver is beyond your reach and shall remain so," she resumed.
+"According to your laws I suppose I am an accomplice. That is my
+misfortune. It will in no way alter my determination to keep silent. If
+I am arrested I can't help it." She studied his face with hopeful eyes.
+"Am I to be arrested?"
+
+"Where is the paper that was taken from Señor Alvarez immediately after
+he was shot?" Mr. Grimm queried.
+
+"I don't know," she replied frankly.
+
+"As I understand it, then, the motive for the shooting was to obtain
+possession of that paper? For your government?"
+
+"The individual who shot Señor Alvarez _did_ obtain the paper, yes. And
+now, please, am I to be arrested?"
+
+"And just what was the purpose, may I inquire, of the message you
+telegraphed with your fan in the ball-room?"
+
+"You read that?" exclaimed Miss Thorne in mock astonishment. "You read
+that?"
+
+"And the man who read that message? Perhaps he shot the señor?"
+
+"Perhaps," she taunted.
+
+For a long time Mr. Grimm stood staring at her, staring, staring. She,
+too, rose, and faced him quietly.
+
+"Am I to be arrested?" she asked again.
+
+"Why do you make me do it?" he demanded.
+
+"That is my affair."
+
+Mr. Grimm laid a hand upon her arm, a hand that had never known
+nervousness. A moment longer he stared, and then:
+
+"Madam, you are my prisoner for the attempted murder of Señor Alvarez!"
+
+The rings on the portières behind him clicked sharply, and the draperies
+parted. Mr. Grimm stood motionless, with his hand on Miss Thorne's arm.
+
+"You were inquiring a moment ago for a revolver," came in a man's voice.
+"Here it is!"
+
+Mr. Grimm found himself inspecting the weapon from the barrel end. After
+a moment his glance shifted to the blazing eyes of the man who held
+it--a young man, rather slight, with clean-cut, aristocratic features,
+and of the pronounced Italian type.
+
+[Illustration: He found himself inspecting the weapon from the barrel
+end.]
+
+"My God!" The words came from Miss Thorne's lips almost in a scream.
+"Don't--!"
+
+"I did make some inquiries about a revolver, yes," Mr. Grimm interrupted
+quietly. "Is this the one?"
+
+He raised his hand quite casually, and his fingers closed like steel
+around the weapon. Behind his back Miss Thorne made some quick emphatic
+gesture, and the new-comer released the revolver.
+
+"I shall ask you, please, to free Miss Thorne," he requested
+courteously. "I shot Señor Alvarez. I, too, am a secret agent of the
+Italian government, willing and able to defend myself. Miss Thorne has
+told you the truth; she had nothing whatever to do with it. She took the
+weapon and escaped because it was mine. Here is the paper that was taken
+from Señor Alvarez," and he offered a sealed envelope. "I have read it;
+it is not what I expected. You may return it to Señor Alvarez with my
+compliments."
+
+After a moment Mr. Grimm's hand fell away from Miss Thorne's arm, and
+he regarded the new-comer with an interest in which admiration, even,
+played a part.
+
+"Your name?" he asked finally.
+
+"Pietro Petrozinni," was the ready reply. "As I say, I accept all
+responsibility."
+
+A few minutes later Mr. Grimm and his prisoner passed out of the
+legation side by side, and strolled down the street together, in
+amicable conversation. Half an hour later Señor Alvarez identified
+Pietro Petrozinni as the man who shot him; and the maid servant
+expressed a belief that he was the man who slammed the door in her face.
+
+
+
+
+VII
+
+THE SIGNAL
+
+
+"And the original question remains unanswered," remarked Mr. Campbell.
+
+"The original question?" repeated Mr. Grimm.
+
+"_Where_ is Prince Benedetto d'Abruzzi, the secret envoy?" his chief
+reminded him.
+
+"I wonder!" mused the young man.
+
+"If the Latin compact is signed in the United States--?"
+
+"The Latin compact will _not_ be signed in the United States," Mr. Grimm
+interrupted. And then, after a moment: "Have we received any further
+reports on Miss Thorne? I mean reports from our foreign agents?"
+
+The chief shook his head.
+
+"Inevitably, by some act or word, she will lead us to the prince,"
+declared Mr. Grimm, "and the moment he is known to us everything becomes
+plain sailing. We know she _is_ a secret agent--I expected a denial, but
+she was quite frank about it. And I had no intention whatever of placing
+her under arrest. I knew some one was in the adjoining room because of a
+slight noise in there, and I knew she knew it. She raised her voice a
+little, obviously for the benefit of whoever was there. From that point
+everything I said and did was to compel that person, whoever it was, to
+show himself."
+
+His chief nodded, understandingly. Mr. Grimm was silent for a little,
+then went on:
+
+"The last possibility in my mind at that moment," he confessed, "was
+that the person in there was the man who shot Señor Alvarez. Frankly I
+had half an idea that--that it might be the prince in person." Suddenly
+his mood changed: "And now our lady of mystery may come and go as she
+likes because I know, even if a dozen of our men have ransacked
+Washington in vain for the prince, she will inevitably lead us to him.
+And that reminds me: I should like to borrow Blair, and Hastings, and
+Johnson. Please plant them so they may keep constant watch on Miss
+Thorne. Let them report to you, and, wherever I am, I will reach you
+over the 'phone."
+
+"By the way, what was in that sealed packet that was taken from Señor
+Alvarez?" Campbell inquired curiously.
+
+"It had something to do with some railroad franchises," responded Mr.
+Grimm as he rose. "I sealed it again and returned it to the señor.
+Evidently it was not what Signor Petrozinni expected to find--in fact,
+he admitted it wasn't what he was looking for."
+
+For a little while the two men gazed thoughtfully, each into the eyes of
+the other, then Mr. Grimm entered his private office where he sat for an
+hour with his immaculate boots on his desk, thinking. A world-war--he
+had been thrust forward by his government to prevent it--subtle
+blue-gray eyes--his Highness, Prince Benedetto d'Abruzzi--a haunting
+smile and scarlet lips.
+
+At about the moment he rose to go out, Miss Thorne, closely veiled, left
+the Venezuelan legation and walked rapidly down the street to a corner,
+where, without a word, she entered a waiting automobile. The wheels spun
+and the car leaped forward. For a mile or more it wound aimlessly in and
+out, occasionally bisecting its own path; finally Miss Thorne leaned
+forward and touched the chauffeur on the arm.
+
+"Now!" she said.
+
+The car straightened out into a street of stately residences and
+scuttled along until the placid bosom of the Potomac came into view;
+beside that for a few minutes, then over the bridge to the Virginia
+side, in the dilapidated little city of Alexandria. The car did not
+slacken its speed, but wound in and out through dingy streets, past
+tumble-down negro huts, for half an hour before it came to a standstill
+in front of an old brick mansion.
+
+"This is number ninety-seven," the chauffeur announced.
+
+Miss Thorne entered the house with a key and was gone for ten minutes,
+perhaps. She was readjusting her veil when she came out and stepped into
+the car silently. Again it moved forward, on to the end of the dingy
+street, and finally into the open country. Three, four, five miles,
+perhaps, out the old Baltimore Road, and again the car stopped, this
+time in front of an ancient colonial farm-house.
+
+Outwardly the place seemed to be deserted. The blinds, battered and
+stripped of paint by wind and rain, were all closed, and one corner of
+the small veranda had crumbled away from age and neglect. A narrow path,
+strewn with pine needles, led tortuously up to the door. In the rear of
+the house, rising from an old barn, a thin pole with a cup-like
+attachment at the apex, thrust its point into the open above the dense,
+odorous pines. It appeared to be a wireless mast. Miss Thorne passed
+around the house, and entered the barn.
+
+A man came forward and kissed her--a thin, little man of indeterminate
+age--drying his hands on a piece of cotton waste. His face was pale with
+the pallor of one who knows little outdoor life, his eyes deep-set and
+a-glitter with some feverish inward fire, and the thin lips were pressed
+together in a sharp line. Behind him was a long bench on which were
+scattered tools of various sorts, fantastically shaped chemical
+apparatus, two or three electric batteries of odd sizes, and ranged
+along one end of it, in a row, were a score or more metal spheroids, a
+shade larger than a one-pound shell. From somewhere in the rear came the
+clatter of a small gasoline engine, and still farther away was an
+electric dynamo.
+
+"Is the test arranged, Rosa?" the little man queried eagerly in Italian.
+
+"The date is not fixed yet," she replied in the same language. "It will
+be, I hope, within the next two weeks. And then--"
+
+"Fame and fortune for both of us," he interrupted with quick enthusiasm.
+"Ah, Rosa, I have worked and waited so long for this, and now it will
+come, and with it the dominion of the world again by our country. How
+will I know when the date is fixed? It would not be well to write me
+here."
+
+My lady of mystery stroked the slender, nervous hand caressingly, and a
+great affection shone in the blue-gray eyes.
+
+"At eight o'clock on the night of the test," she explained, still
+speaking Italian, "a single light will appear at the apex of the capitol
+dome in Washington. That is the signal agreed upon; it can be seen by
+all in the city, and is visible here from the window of your bedroom."
+
+"Yes, yes," he exclaimed. The feverish glitter in his eyes deepened.
+
+"If there is a fog, of course you will not attempt the test," she went
+on.
+
+"No, not in a fog," he put in quickly. "It must be clear."
+
+"And if it is clear you can see the light in the dome without
+difficulty."
+
+"And all your plans are working out well?"
+
+"Yes. And yours?"
+
+"I don't think there is any question but that both England and the
+United States will buy. Do you know what it means? Do you know what it
+means?" He was silent a moment, his hands working nervously. Then, with
+an effort: "And his Highness?"
+
+"His Highness is safe." The subtle eyes grew misty, thoughtful for a
+moment, then cleared again. "He is safe," she repeated.
+
+"Mexico and Venezuela were--?" he began.
+
+"We don't know, yet, what they will do. The Venezuelan answer is locked
+in the safe at the legation; I will know what it is within forty-eight
+hours." She was silent a little. "Our difficulty now, our greatest
+difficulty, is the hostility of the French ambassador to the compact.
+His government has not yet notified him of the presence of Prince
+d'Abruzzi; he does not believe in the feasibility of the plan, and we
+have to--to proceed to extremes to prevent him working against us."
+
+"But they _must_ see the incalculable advantages to follow upon such a
+compact, with the vast power that will be given to them over the whole
+earth by this." He indicated the long, littered work-table. "They _must_
+see it."
+
+"They will see it, Luigi," said Miss Thorne gently. "And now, how are
+you? Are you well? Are you comfortable? It's such a dreary old place
+here."
+
+"I suppose so," he replied, and he met the solicitous blue-gray eyes for
+an instant. "Yes, I am quite comfortable," he added. "I have no time to
+be otherwise with all the work I must do. It will mean so much!"
+
+They were both silent for a time. Finally Miss Thorne walked over to the
+long table and curiously lifted one of the spheroids. It was a sinister
+looking thing, nickeled, glittering. At one end of it was a delicate,
+vibratory apparatus, not unlike the transmitter of a telephone, and the
+other end was threaded, as if the spheroid was made as an attachment to
+some other device.
+
+"With that we control the world!" exclaimed the man triumphantly. "And
+it's mine, Rosa, mine!"
+
+"It's wonderful!" she mused softly. "Wonderful! And now I must go. I may
+not see you again until after the test, because I shall be watched and
+followed wherever I go. If I get an opportunity I shall reach you by
+telephone, but not even that unless it is necessary. There is always
+danger, always danger!" she repeated thoughtfully. She was thinking of
+Mr. Grimm.
+
+"I understand," said the man simply.
+
+"And look out for the signal--the light in the apex of the capitol
+dome," she went on. "I understand the night must be perfectly clear; and
+_you_ understand that the test is to be made promptly at three o'clock
+by your chronometer?"
+
+"At three o'clock," he repeated.
+
+For a moment they stood with their arms around each other, then tenderly
+his visitor kissed him, and went out. He remained looking after her
+vacantly until the chug-chug of her automobile, as it moved off down the
+road, was lost in the distance, then turned again to the long
+work-table.
+
+
+
+
+VIII
+
+MISS THORNE AND NOT MISS THORNE
+
+
+From a pleasant, wide-open bay-window of her apartments on the second
+floor, Miss Thorne looked out upon the avenue with inscrutable eyes.
+Behind the closely drawn shutters of another bay-window, farther down
+the avenue, on the corner, she knew a man named Hastings was hiding; she
+knew that for an hour or more he had been watching her as she wrote. In
+the other direction, in a house near the corner, another man named Blair
+was similarly ensconced, and he, too, had been watching as she wrote.
+There should be a third man, Johnson. Miss Thorne curiously studied the
+face of each passer-by, seeking therein something to remember.
+
+She sat at the little mahogany desk and a note with the ink yet wet
+upon it lay face up before her. It was addressed to Signor Pietro
+Petrozinni in the district prison, and read:
+
+"My Dear Friend:
+
+"I have been waiting to write you with the hope that I could report
+Señor Alvarez out of danger, but his condition, I regret to say, remains
+unchanged. Shall I send an attorney to you? Would you like a book of any
+kind? Or some delicacy sent in from a restaurant? Can I be of any
+service to you in any way? If I can please drop me a line.
+
+"Sincerely,
+
+"Isabel Thorne."
+
+At last she rose and standing in the window read the note over, folded
+it, placed it in an envelope and sealed it. A maid came in answer to her
+ring, and there at the window, under the watchful eyes of Blair and
+Hastings--and, perhaps, Johnson--she handed the note to the maid with
+instructions to mail it immediately. Two minutes later she saw the maid
+go out along the avenue to a post-box on the corner.
+
+Then she drew back into the shadow of the room, slipped on a
+dark-colored wrap, and, standing away from the window, safe beyond the
+reach of prying eyes, waited patiently for the postman. He appeared
+about five o'clock and simultaneously another man turned the corner near
+the post-box and spoke to him. Then, together, they disappeared from
+view around the corner.
+
+"So that's Johnson, is it?" mused Miss Thorne, and she smiled a little.
+"Mr. Grimm certainly pays me the compliment of having me carefully
+watched."
+
+A few minutes later she dropped into the seat at the desk again. The
+dark wrap had been thrown aside and Hastings and Blair from their
+hiding-places could see her distinctly. After a while they saw her rise
+quickly, as an automobile turned into the avenue, and lean toward the
+window eagerly looking out. The car came to a standstill in front of the
+legation, and Mr. Cadwallader, an under-secretary of the British
+embassy, who was alone in the car, raised his cap. She nodded and
+smiled, then disappeared in the shadows of the room again.
+
+Mr. Cadwallader went to the door, spoke to the servant there, then
+returned and busied himself about the car. Hastings and Blair watched
+intently both the door and the window for a long time; finally a closely
+veiled and muffled figure appeared at the bay-window, and waved a gloved
+hand at Mr. Cadwallader, who again lifted his cap. A minute later the
+veiled woman came out of the front door, shook hands with Mr.
+Cadwallader, and got in the car. He also climbed in, and the car moved
+slowly away.
+
+Simultaneously the front door of the house on the corner, where Hastings
+had been hiding, and the front door of the house near the corner, where
+Blair had been hiding, opened and two heads peered out. As the car
+approached Hastings' hiding-place he withdrew into the hallway; but
+Blair came out and hurried past the legation in the direction of the
+rapidly disappearing motor. Hastings joined him; they spoke together,
+then turned the corner.
+
+It was about ten o'clock that night when Hastings reported to Mr.
+Campbell at his home.
+
+"We followed the car in a rented automobile from the time it turned the
+corner, out through Alexandria, and along the old Baltimore Road into
+the city of Baltimore," he explained. "It was dark by the time we
+reached Alexandria, but we stuck to the car ahead, running without
+lights until we came in sight of Druid Hill Park, and then we had to
+show lights or be held up. We covered those forty miles going in less
+than two hours.
+
+"After the car passed Druid Hill it slowed up a little, and ran off the
+turnpike into North Avenue, then into North Charles Street, and slowly
+along that as if they were looking for a number. At last it stopped and
+Miss Thorne got out and entered a house. She was gone for more than half
+an hour, leaving Mr. Cadwallader with the car. While she was gone I made
+some inquiries and learned that the house was occupied by a Mr. Thomas
+Q. Griswold. I don't know anything else about him; Blair may have
+learned something.
+
+"Now comes the curious part of it," and Hastings looked a little
+sheepish. "When Miss Thorne came out of the house she was not Miss
+Thorne at all--_she was Señorita Inez Rodriguez_, daughter of the
+Venezuelan minister. She wore the same clothing Miss Thorne had worn
+going, but her veil was lifted. Veiled and all muffled up one would have
+taken oath it was the same woman. She and Cadwallader are back in
+Washington now, or are coming. That's all, except Blair is still in
+Baltimore, awaiting orders. I caught the train from the Charles Street
+station and came back. Johnson, you know--"
+
+"Yes, I've seen Johnson," interrupted Campbell. "Are you absolutely
+positive that the woman you saw get into the automobile with Mr.
+Cadwallader was Miss Thorne?"
+
+"Absolutely," replied Hastings without hesitation. "I saw her in her
+own room with her wraps on, then saw her come down and get into the
+car."
+
+"That's all," said the chief. "Good night." For an hour or more he sat
+in a great, comfortable chair in the smoking-room of his own home, the
+guileless blue eyes vacant, staring, and spidery lines in the benevolent
+forehead.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+On the morning of the second day following, Señor Rodriguez, the
+minister from Venezuela, reported to the Secret Service Bureau the
+disappearance of fifty thousand dollars in gold from a safe in his
+private office at the legation.
+
+
+
+
+IX
+
+FIFTY THOUSAND DOLLARS
+
+
+Mr. Campbell was talking.
+
+"For several months past," he said, "the International Investment
+Company, through its representative, Mr. Cressy, has been secretly
+negotiating with Señor Rodriguez for certain asphalt properties in
+Venezuela. Three days ago these negotiations were successfully
+concluded, and yesterday afternoon Mr. Cressy, in secret, paid to Señor
+Rodriguez, fifty thousand dollars in American gold, the first of four
+payments of similar sums. This gold was to have been shipped to
+Philadelphia by express to-day to catch a steamer for Venezuela." Mr.
+Grimm nodded.
+
+"The fact that this gold was in Señor Rodriguez's possession could not
+have been known to more than half a dozen persons, as the negotiations
+throughout have been in strict secrecy," and Mr. Campbell smiled
+benignly. "So much! Now, Señor Rodriguez has just telephoned asking that
+I send a man to the legation at once. The gold was kept there over
+night; or perhaps I should say that the señor intended to keep it there
+over night." Mr. Campbell stared at Mr. Grimm for a moment, then: "Miss
+Thorne, you know, is a guest at the legation, that is why I am referring
+the matter to you."
+
+"I understand," said Mr. Grimm.
+
+And ten minutes later Mr. Grimm presented himself to Señor Rodriguez.
+The minister from Venezuela, bubbling with excitement, was pacing forth
+and back across his office, ruffling his gray-black hair with nervous,
+twining fingers. Mr. Grimm sat down.
+
+"Señor," he inquired placidly, "fifty thousand dollars in gold would
+weigh nearly two hundred pounds, wouldn't it?"
+
+Señor Rodriguez stared at him blankly.
+
+"_Si, Señor_," he agreed absently. And then, in English: "Yes, I should
+imagine so."
+
+"Well, was all of it stolen, or only a part of it?" Mr. Grimm went on.
+
+The minister gazed into the listless eyes for a time, then, apparently
+bewildered, walked forth and back across the room again. Finally he sat
+down.
+
+"All of it," he admitted. "I can't understand it. No one, not a soul in
+this house, except myself, knew it was here."
+
+"In addition to this weight of, say two hundred pounds, fifty thousand
+dollars would make considerable bulk," mused Mr. Grimm. "Very well!
+Therefore it would appear that the person, or persons, who got it must
+have gone away from here heavily laden?"
+
+Señor Rodriguez nodded.
+
+"And now, Señor," Mr. Grimm continued, "if you will kindly state the
+circumstances immediately preceding and following the theft?"
+
+A slight frown which had been growing upon the smooth brow of the
+diplomatist was instantly dissipated.
+
+"The money--fifty thousand dollars in gold coin--was paid to me
+yesterday afternoon about four o'clock," he began slowly, in
+explanation.
+
+"By Mr. Cressy of the International Investment Company," supplemented
+Mr. Grimm. "Yes. Go on."
+
+The diplomatist favored the young man with one sharp, inquiring glance,
+and continued:
+
+"The gentleman who paid the money remained here from four until nine
+o'clock while I, personally, counted it. As I counted it I placed it in
+canvas bags and when he had gone I took these bags from this room into
+that," he indicated a closed door to his right, "and personally stowed
+them away in the safe. I closed and locked the door of the safe myself;
+I _know_ that it _was_ locked. And that's all, except this morning the
+money was gone--every dollar of it."
+
+"Safe blown?" inquired Mr. Grimm.
+
+"No, Señor!" exclaimed the diplomatist with sudden violence. "No, the
+safe was not blown! It was _closed and locked_, exactly as I had left
+it!"
+
+Mr. Grimm was idly twisting the seal ring on his little finger.
+
+"Just as I left it!" Señor Rodriguez repeated excitedly. "Last night
+after I locked the safe door I tried it to make certain that it _was_
+locked. I happened to notice then that the pointer on the dial had
+stopped precisely at number forty-five. This morning, when I unlocked
+the safe--and, of course, I didn't know then that the money had been
+taken--the pointer was still at number forty-five."
+
+He paused with one hand in the air; Mr. Grimm continued to twist the
+seal ring.
+
+"It was all like--like some trick on the stage," the minister went on,
+"like the magician's disappearing lady, or--or--! It was as though I had
+not put the money into the safe at all!"
+
+"Did you?" inquired Mr. Grimm amiably.
+
+"Did I?" blazed Señor Rodriguez. "Why, Señor--! I did!" he concluded
+meekly.
+
+Mr. Grimm believed him.
+
+"Who else knows the combination of the safe?" he queried.
+
+"No one, Señor--not a living soul."
+
+"Your secretary, for instance?"
+
+"Not even my secretary."
+
+"Some servant--some member of your family?"
+
+"I tell you, Señor, not one person in all the world knew that
+combination except myself," Señor Rodriguez insisted.
+
+"Your secretary--a servant--some member of your family might have seen
+you unlock the safe some time, and thus learned the combination?"
+
+Señor Rodriguez did not quite know whether to be annoyed at Mr. Grimm's
+persistence, or to admire the tenacity with which he held to this one
+point.
+
+"You must understand, Señor Grimm, that many state documents are kept
+in the safe," he said finally, "therefore it is not advisable that any
+one should know the combination. I have made it an absolute rule, as did
+my predecessors here, never to unlock the safe in the presence of
+another person."
+
+"State documents!" Mr. Grimm's lips silently repeated the words. Then
+aloud: "Perhaps there's a record of the combination somewhere? If you
+had died suddenly, for instance, how would the safe have been opened?"
+
+"There would have been only one way, Señor--blow it open. There is no
+record."
+
+"Well, if we accept all that as true," observed Mr. Grimm musingly, "it
+would seem that you either didn't put the money into the safe at all,
+or--please sit down, there's nothing personal in this--or else the money
+was taken out of the safe without it being unlocked. This last would
+have been a miracle, and this is not the day of miracles, therefore--!"
+
+Mr. Grimm's well modulated voice trailed off into silence. Señor
+Rodriguez came to his feet with a blaze of anger in his eyes; Mr. Grimm
+was watching him curiously.
+
+"I understand then, Señor," said the minister deliberately, "that you
+believe that I--!"
+
+"I believe that you have told the truth," interrupted Mr. Grimm
+placidly, "that is the truth so far as you know it. But you have stated
+one thing in error. Somebody besides yourself _does_ know the
+combination. Whether they knew it or not at this time yesterday I can't
+say, but somebody knows it now."
+
+Señor Rodriguez drew a deep breath of relief. The implied accusation had
+been withdrawn as pleasantly and frankly as it had been put forward.
+
+"I ran across a chap in New York once, for instance," Mr. Grimm took the
+trouble to explain, "who could unlock any safe--that is, any safe of the
+kind used at that time--twelve or fourteen years ago. So you see. I
+doubt if he would be so successful with the new models, with all their
+improvements, but then--! You know he would have made an ideal burglar,
+that chap. Now, Señor, who lives here in the legation with you?"
+
+"My secretary, Señor Diaz, my daughter Inez, and just at the moment, a
+Miss Thorne--Miss Isabel Thorne," the señor informed him. "Also four
+servants--two men and two women."
+
+"I've had the pleasure of meeting your daughter and Miss Thorne," Mr.
+Grimm informed him. "Now, suppose we take a look at the safe?"
+
+"Certainly."
+
+Señor Rodriguez started toward the closed door just as there came a
+timid knock from the hall. He glanced at Mr. Grimm, who nodded, then he
+called:
+
+"Come in!"
+
+The door opened, and Miss Thorne entered. She was clad in some filmy,
+gossamer-like morning gown with her radiant hair caught up on her white
+neck. At sight of Mr. Grimm the blue-gray eyes opened as if in
+surprise, and she paused irresolutely.
+
+"I beg your pardon, Señor," she said, addressing the diplomatist. "I did
+not know you were engaged. And Mr. Grimm!" She extended a slim, white
+hand, and the young man bowed low over it. "We are old friends," she
+explained, smilingly, to the minister. Then: "I think I must have
+dropped my handkerchief when I was in here yesterday with Inez. Perhaps
+you found it?"
+
+"_Si, Señorita_," replied Señor Rodriguez gallantly. "It is on my desk
+in here. Just a moment."
+
+He opened the door and passed into the adjoining room. Mr. Grimm's eyes
+met those of Miss Isabel Thorne, and there was no listlessness in them
+now, only interest. She smiled at him tauntingly and lowered her lids.
+Señor Rodriguez appeared from the other room with the handkerchief.
+
+"_Mil gracias, Señor_," she thanked him.
+
+"_No hay de que, Señorita_," he returned, as he opened the door for
+her.
+
+"_Monsieur Grimm, au revoir_!" She dropped a little curtsey, and still
+smiling, went out.
+
+"She is charming, Señor," the diplomatist assured him enthusiastically,
+albeit irrelevantly. "Such vivacity, such personality, such--such--she
+is charming."
+
+"The safe, please," Mr. Grimm reminded him.
+
+
+
+
+X
+
+A SAFE OPENING
+
+
+Together they entered the adjoining room, which was small compared to
+the one they had just left. Señor Rodriguez used it as a private office.
+His desk was on their right between two windows overlooking the same
+pleasant little garden which was visible from the suite of tiny
+drawing-rooms farther along. The safe, a formidable looking receptacle
+of black enameled steel, stood at their left, closed and locked. The
+remaining wall space of the room was given over to oak cabinets,
+evidently a storage place for the less important legation papers.
+
+"Has any one besides yourself been in this room to-day?" Mr. Grimm
+inquired.
+
+"Not a soul, Señor," was the reply.
+
+Mr. Grimm went over and examined the windows. They were both locked
+inside; and there were no marks of any sort on the sills.
+
+"They are just as I left them last night," explained Señor Rodriguez. "I
+have not touched them to-day."
+
+"And there's only one door," mused Mr. Grimm, meaning that by which they
+had entered. "So it would appear that whoever was here last night
+entered through that room. Very well."
+
+He walked around the room once, opening and shutting the doors of the
+cabinets as he passed, and finally paused in front of the safe. A brief
+examination of the nickeled dial and handle and of the enameled edges of
+the heavy door satisfied him that no force had been employed--the safe
+had merely been unlocked. Whereupon he sat himself down, cross-legged on
+the floor, in front of it.
+
+"What are the first and second figures of the combination?" he asked.
+
+"Thirty-six, then back to ten."
+
+Mr. Grimm set the dial at thirty-six, and then, with his ear pressed
+closely against the polished door, turned the dial slowly back. Señor
+Rodriguez stood looking on helplessly, but none the less intently. The
+pointer read ten, then nine, eight, seven, five. Mr. Grimm gazed at it
+thoughtfully, after which he did it all over again, placidly and without
+haste.
+
+"Now, we'll look inside, please," he requested, rising.
+
+Señor Rodriguez unlocked the safe the while Mr. Grimm respectfully
+turned his eyes away, then pulled the door wide open. The books had been
+piled one on top of another and thrust into various pigeonholes at the
+top. Mr. Grimm understood that this disorder was the result of making
+room at the bottom for the bulk of gold, and asked no questions.
+Instead, he sat down upon the floor again.
+
+"The lock on this private compartment at the top is broken," he remarked
+after a moment.
+
+"_Si, Señor_," the diplomatist agreed. "Evidently the robbers were not
+content with only fifty thousand dollars in gold--they imagined that
+something else of value was hidden there."
+
+"Was there?" asked Mr. Grimm naively. He didn't look around.
+
+"Nothing of monetary value," the señor explained. "There were some
+important state papers in there--they are there yet--but no money."
+
+"None of the papers was stolen?"
+
+"No, Señor. There were only nine packets--they are there yet."
+
+"Contents all right?"
+
+"Yes. I personally looked them over."
+
+Mr. Grimm drew out the packets of papers, one by one. They were all
+unsealed save the last. When he reached for that, Señor Rodriguez made a
+quick, involuntary motion toward it with his hand.
+
+"This one's sealed," commented Mr. Grimm. "It doesn't happen that you
+opened it and sealed it again?"
+
+Señor Rodriguez stood staring at him blankly for a moment, then some
+sudden apprehension was aroused, for a startled look came into his eyes,
+and again he reached for the packet.
+
+"_Dios mio_!" he exclaimed, "let me see, Señor."
+
+"Going to open it?" asked Mr. Grimm.
+
+"Yes, Señor. I had not thought of it before."
+
+Mr. Grimm rose and walked over to the window where the light was better.
+He scrutinized the sealed packet closely. There were three red splotches
+of wax upon it, each impressed with the legation seal; the envelope was
+without marks otherwise. He turned and twisted it aimlessly, and peered
+curiously at the various seals, after which he handed it to the frankly
+impatient diplomatist.
+
+Señor Rodriguez opened it, with nervous, twitching fingers. Mr. Grimm
+had turned toward the safe again, but he heard the crackle of parchment
+as some document was drawn out of the envelope, and then came a deep
+sigh of relief. Having satisfied his sudden fears for the safety of the
+paper, whatever it was, the señor placed it in another envelope and
+sealed it again with elaborate care. Mr. Grimm dropped into the swivel
+chair at the desk.
+
+"Señor," he inquired pleasantly, "your daughter and Miss Thorne were in
+this room yesterday afternoon?"
+
+"Yes," replied the diplomatist as if surprised at the question.
+
+"What time, please?"
+
+"About three o'clock. They were going out driving. Why?"
+
+"And just where, please, did you find that handkerchief?" continued Mr.
+Grimm.
+
+"Handkerchief?" repeated the diplomatist. "You mean Miss Thorne's
+handkerchief?" He paused and regarded Mr. Grimm keenly. "Señor, what am
+I to understand from that question?"
+
+"It was plain enough," replied Mr. Grimm. "Where did you find that
+handkerchief?" There was silence for an instant. "In this room?"
+
+"Yes," replied Señor Rodriguez at last.
+
+"Near the safe?" Mr. Grimm persisted.
+
+"Yes," came the slow reply, again. "Just here," and he indicated a spot
+a little to the left of the safe.
+
+"And _when_ did you find it? Yesterday afternoon? Last night? This
+morning?"
+
+"This morning," and without any apparent reason the diplomatist's face
+turned deathly white.
+
+"But, Señor--Señor, you are mistaken! There can be nothing--! A woman!
+Two hundred pounds of gold! Señor!"
+
+Mr. Grimm was still pleasant about it; his curiosity was absolutely
+impersonal; his eyes, grown listless again, were turned straight into
+the other's face.
+
+"If that handkerchief had been there last night, Señor," he resumed
+quietly, "wouldn't you have noticed it when you placed the gold in the
+safe?"
+
+Señor Rodriguez stared at him a long time.
+
+"I don't know," he said, at last. He dropped back into a chair with his
+face in his hands. "Señor," he burst out suddenly, impetuously, after a
+moment, "if the gold is not recovered I am ruined. You understand that
+better than I can tell you. It's the kind of thing that could not be
+explained to my government." He rose suddenly and faced the impassive
+young man, with merciless determination in his face. "You must find the
+gold, Señor," he said.
+
+"No matter who may be--who may suffer?" inquired Mr. Grimm.
+
+"Find the gold, Señor!"
+
+"Very well," commented Mr. Grimm, without moving. "Do me the favor,
+please, to regain possession of the handkerchief you just returned to
+Miss Thorne, and to send to me here your secretary, Señor Diaz, and your
+servants, one by one. I shall question them alone. No, don't be alarmed.
+Unless they know of the robbery they shall get no inkling of it from me.
+First, be good enough to replace the packet in the safe, and lock it."
+
+Señor Rodriguez replaced the packet without question, afterward locking
+the door, then went out. A moment later Señor Diaz appeared. He remained
+with Mr. Grimm for just eight minutes. Señor Rodriguez entered again as
+his secretary passed on, and laid a lace handkerchief on the desk. Mr.
+Grimm stared at it curiously for a long time.
+
+"It's the same handkerchief?"
+
+"_Si, Señor_."
+
+"There's no doubt whatever about it?"
+
+"No, Señor, I got it by--!"
+
+"It's of no consequence," interrupted Mr. Grimm. "Now the servants,
+please--the men first."
+
+The first of the men servants was in the room two minutes; the
+second--the butler--was there five minutes; one of the women was not
+questioned at all; the other remained ten minutes. Mr. Grimm followed
+her into the hall; Señor Rodriguez stood there helpless, impatient.
+
+"Well?" he demanded eagerly.
+
+"I'm going out a little while," replied Mr. Grimm placidly. "No one has
+even an intimation of the affair--please keep the matter absolutely to
+yourself until I return."
+
+That was all. The door opened and closed, and he was gone.
+
+At the end of an hour he returned, passed on through to the
+diplomatist's private office, sat down in front of the locked safe
+again, and set the dial at thirty-six. Señor Rodriguez looked on,
+astonished, as Mr. Grimm pressed the soft rubber sounder of a
+stethoscope against the safe door and began turning the dial back toward
+ten, slowly, slowly. Thirty-five minutes later the lock clicked. Mr.
+Grimm rose, turned the handle, and pulled the safe door open.
+
+"That's how it was done," he explained to the amazed diplomatist. "And
+now, please, have a servant hand my card to Miss Thorne."
+
+
+
+
+XI
+
+THE LACE HANDKERCHIEF
+
+
+Still wearing the graceful, filmy morning gown, with an added touch, of
+scarlet in her hair--a single red rose--Miss Thorne came into the
+drawing-room where Mr. Grimm sat waiting. There was curiosity in her
+manner, thinly veiled, but the haunting smile still lingered about her
+lips. Mr. Grimm bowed low, and placed a chair for her, after which he
+stood for a time staring down at one slim, white hand at rest on the arm
+of the seat. At last, he, too, sat down.
+
+"I believe," he said slowly, without preliminaries, "this is your
+handkerchief?"
+
+He offered the lacy trifle, odd in design, unique in workmanship,
+obviously of foreign texture, and she accepted it.
+
+"Yes," she agreed readily, "I must have dropped it again."
+
+"That is the one handed to you by Señor Rodriguez," Mr. Grimm told her.
+"I think you said you lost it in his office yesterday afternoon?"
+
+"Yes?" She nodded inquiringly.
+
+"It may interest you to know that Señor Rodriguez's butler positively
+identifies it as one he restored to you twice at dinner last evening,
+between seven and nine o'clock," Mr. Grimm went on dispassionately.
+
+"Indeed!" exclaimed Miss Thorne.
+
+"The señor identifies it as one he found this morning in his office,"
+Mr. Grimm explained obligingly. "During the night fifty thousand dollars
+in gold were stolen from his safe."
+
+There was not the slightest change of expression in her face; the
+blue-gray eyes were still inquiring in their gaze, the white hands still
+at rest, the scarlet lips still curled slightly, an echo of a smile.
+
+"No force was used in opening the safe," Mr. Grimm resumed. "It was
+unlocked. It's an old model and I have demonstrated how it could have
+been opened either with the assistance of a stethoscope, which catches
+the sound of the tumbler in the lock, or by a person of acute hearing."
+
+Miss Thorne sat motionless, waiting.
+
+"All this means--what?" she inquired, at length.
+
+"I'll trouble you, please, to return the money," requested Mr. Grimm
+courteously. "No reason appears why you should have taken it. But I'm
+not seeking reasons, nor am I seeking disagreeable publicity--only the
+money."
+
+"It seems to me you attach undue importance to the handkerchief," she
+objected.
+
+"That's a matter of opinion," Mr. Grimm remarked. "It would be useless,
+even tedious, to attempt to disprove a burglar theory, but against it is
+the difficulty of entrance, the weight of the gold, the ingenious method
+of opening the safe, and the assumption that not more than six persons
+knew the money was in the safe; while a person in the house _might_ have
+learned it in any of a dozen ways. And, in addition, is the fact that
+the handkerchief is odd, therefore noticeable. A lace expert assures me
+there's probably not another like it in the world."
+
+He stopped. Miss Thorne's eyes sparkled and a smile seemed to be tugging
+at the corners of her mouth. She spread out the handkerchief on her
+knees.
+
+"You could identify this again, of course?" she queried.
+
+"Yes."
+
+She thoughtfully crumpled up the bit of lace in both hands, then opened
+them. There were two handkerchiefs now--they were identical.
+
+"Which is it, please?" she asked.
+
+If Mr. Grimm was disappointed there was not a trace of it on his face.
+She laughed outright, gleefully, mockingly, then, demurely:
+
+"Pardon me! You see, it's absurd. The handkerchief the butler restored
+to me at dinner, after I lost one in the señor's office, might have been
+either of these, or one of ten other duplicates in my room, all given to
+me by her Maj--I mean," she corrected quickly, "by a friend in Europe."
+She was silent for a moment. "Is that all?"
+
+"No," replied Mr. Grimm gravely, decisively. "I'm not satisfied. I shall
+insist upon the return of the money, and if it is not forthcoming I dare
+say Count di Rosini, the Italian ambassador, would be pleased to give
+his personal check rather than have the matter become public." She
+started to interrupt; he went on. "In any event you will be requested to
+leave the country."
+
+Then, and not until then, a decided change came over Miss Thorne's face.
+A deeper color leaped to her cheeks, the smile faded from her lips, and
+there was a flash of uneasiness in her eyes.
+
+"But if I am innocent?" she protested.
+
+"You must prove it," continued Mr. Grimm mercilessly. "Personally, I am
+convinced, and Count di Rosini has practically assured me that--"
+
+"It's unjust!" she interrupted passionately. "It's--it's--you have
+proved nothing. It's unheard of! It's beyond--!"
+
+Suddenly she became silent. A minute, two minutes, three minutes passed;
+Mr. Grimm waited patiently.
+
+"Will you give me time and opportunity to prove my innocence?" she
+demanded finally. "And if I _do_ convince you--?"
+
+"I should be delighted to believe that I have made a mistake," Mr. Grimm
+assured her. "How much time? One day? Two days?"
+
+"I will let you know within an hour at your office," she told him.
+
+Mr. Grimm rose.
+
+"And meanwhile, in case of accident, I shall look to Count di Rosini for
+adjustment," he added pointedly. "Good morning."
+
+One hour and ten minutes later he received this note, unsigned:
+
+"Closed carriage will stop for you at southeast corner of Pennsylvania
+Avenue and Fourteenth Street to-night at one."
+
+He was there; the carriage was on time; and my lady of mystery was
+inside. He stepped in and they swung out into Pennsylvania Avenue,
+noiselessly over the asphalt.
+
+"Should the gold be placed in your hands now, within the hour," she
+queried solicitously, "would it be necessary for you to know who was
+the--the thief?"
+
+"It would," Mr. Grimm responded without hesitation.
+
+"Even if it destroyed a reputation?" she pleaded.
+
+"The Secret Service rarely destroys a reputation, Miss Thorne, although
+it holds itself in readiness to do so. I dare say in this case there
+would be no arrest or prosecution, because of--of reasons which appear
+to be good."
+
+"There wouldn't?" and there was a note of eagerness in her voice. "The
+identity of the guilty person would never appear?"
+
+"It would become a matter of record in our office, but beyond that I
+think not--at least in this one instance."
+
+Miss Thorne sat silent for a block or more.
+
+"You'll admit, Mr. Grimm, that you have forced me into a most remarkable
+position. You seemed convinced of my guilt, and, if you'll pardon me,
+without reason; then you made it compulsory upon me to establish my
+innocence. The only way for me to do that was to find the guilty one. I
+have done it, and I'm sorry, because it's a little tragedy."
+
+Mr. Grimm waited.
+
+"It's a girl high in diplomatic society. Her father's position is an
+honorable rather than a lucrative one; he has no fortune. This girl
+moves in a certain set devoted to bridge, and stakes are high. She
+played and won, and played and won, and on and on, until her winnings
+were about eight thousand dollars. Then luck turned. She began to lose.
+Her money went, but she continued to play desperately. Finally some old
+family jewels were pawned without her father's knowledge, and ultimately
+they were lost. One day she awoke to the fact that she owed some nine or
+ten thousand dollars in bridge debts. They were pressing and there was
+no way to meet them. This meant exposure and utter ruin, and women do
+strange things, Mr. Grimm, to postpone such an ending to social
+aspirations. I know this much is true, for she related it all to me
+herself.
+
+"At last, in some way--a misplaced letter, perhaps, or a word
+overheard--she learned that fifty thousand dollars would be in the
+legation safe overnight, and evidently she learned the precise night."
+She paused a moment. "Here is the address of a man in Baltimore, Thomas
+Q. Griswold," and she passed a card to Mr. Grimm, who sat motionless,
+listening. "About four years ago the combination on the legation safe
+was changed. This man was sent here to make the change, therefore some
+one besides Señor Rodriguez _does_ know the combination. I have
+communicated with this man to-day, for I saw the possibility of just
+such a thing as this instead of your stethoscope. By a trick and a
+forged letter this girl obtained the combination from this man."
+
+Mr. Grimm drew a long breath.
+
+"She intended to take, perhaps, only what she desperately needed--but at
+sight of it all--do you see what must have been the temptation then? We
+get out here."
+
+There were many unanswered questions in Mr. Grimm's mind. He repressed
+them for the time, stepped out and assisted Miss Thorne to alight. The
+carriage had turned out of Pennsylvania Avenue, and at the moment he
+didn't quite place himself. A narrow passageway opened before
+them--evidently the rear entrance to a house possibly in the next
+street. Miss Thorne led the way unhesitatingly, cautiously unlocked the
+door, and together they entered a hall. Then there was a short flight of
+stairs, and they stepped into a room, one of a suite. She closed the
+door and turned on the lights.
+
+"The bags of gold are in the next room," she said with the utmost
+composure.
+
+Mr. Grimm dragged them out of a dark closet, opened one--there were
+ten--and allowed the coins to dribble through his fingers. Finally he
+turned and stared at Miss Thorne, who, pallid and weary, stood looking
+on.
+
+"Where are we?" he asked. "What house is this?"
+
+"The Venezuelan legation," she answered. "We are standing less than
+forty feet from the safe that was robbed. You see how easy--!"
+
+"And whose room?" inquired Mr. Grimm slowly.
+
+"Must I answer?" she asked appealingly.
+
+"You must!"
+
+"Señorita Rodriguez--my hostess! Don't you see what you've made me do?
+She and Mr. Cadwallader made the trip to Baltimore in his automobile,
+and--and--!" She stopped. "He knows nothing of it," she added.
+
+"Yes, I know," said Mr. Grimm.
+
+He stood looking at her in silence for a moment, staring deeply into the
+pleading eyes; and a certain tense expression about his lips passed. For
+an instant her hand trembled on his arm, and he caught the fragrance of
+her hair.
+
+"Where is she now?" he asked.
+
+"Playing bridge," replied Miss Thorne, with a sad little smile. "It is
+always so--at least twice a week, and she rarely returns before two or
+half-past." She extended both hands impetuously, entreatingly. "Please
+be generous, Mr. Grimm. You have the gold; don't destroy her."
+
+Señor Rodriguez, the minister from Venezuela, found the gold in his safe
+on the following morning, with a brief note from Mr. Grimm, in which
+there was no explanation of how or where it had been found.... And two
+hours later Monsieur Boisségur, ambassador from France to the United
+States, disappeared from the embassy, vanished!
+
+
+
+
+XII
+
+THE VANISHING DIPLOMATIST
+
+
+It was three days after the ambassador's disappearance that Monsieur
+Rigolot, secretary of the French embassy and temporary
+_chargé-d'affaires_, reported the matter to Chief Campbell in the Secret
+Service Bureau, adding thereto a detailed statement of several singular
+incidents following close upon it. He told it in order, concisely and to
+the point, while Grimm and his chief listened.
+
+"Monsieur Boisségur, the ambassador, you understand, is a man whose
+habits are remarkably regular," he began. "He has made it a rule to be
+at his desk every morning at ten o'clock, and between that time and one
+o'clock he dictates his correspondence, and clears up whatever routine
+work there is before him. I have known him for many years, and have
+been secretary of the embassy under him in Germany and Japan and this
+country. I have never known him to vary this general order of work
+unless because of illness, or necessary absence.
+
+"Well, Monsieur, last Tuesday--this is Friday--the ambassador was at his
+desk as usual. He dictated a dozen or more letters, and had begun
+another--a private letter to his sister in Paris. He was well along in
+this letter when, without any apparent reason, he rose from his desk and
+left the room, closing the door behind him. His stenographer's
+impression was that some detail of business had occurred to him, and he
+had gone into the general office farther down the hall to attend to it.
+I may say, Monsieur, that this impression seemed strengthened by the
+fact that he left a fresh cigarette burning in his ash tray, and his pen
+was behind his ear. It was all as if he had merely stepped out,
+intending to return immediately--the sort of thing, Monsieur, that any
+man might have done.
+
+"It so happened that when he went out he left a sentence of his letter
+incomplete. I tell you this to show that the impulse to go must have
+been a sudden one, yet there was nothing in his manner, so his
+stenographer says, to indicate excitement, or any other than his usual
+frame of mind. It was about five minutes of twelve o'clock--high
+noon--when he went out. When he didn't return immediately the
+stenographer began transcribing the letters. At one o'clock Monsieur
+Boisségur still had not returned and his stenographer went to luncheon."
+
+As he talked some inbred excitement seemed to be growing upon him, due,
+perhaps, to his recital of the facts, and he paused at last to regain
+control of himself. Incidentally he wondered if Mr. Grimm was taking the
+slightest interest in what he was saying. Certainly there was nothing in
+his impassive face to indicate it.
+
+"Understand, Monsieur," the secretary continued, after a moment, "that I
+knew nothing whatever of all this until late that afternoon--that is,
+Tuesday afternoon about five o'clock. I was engaged all day upon some
+important work in my own office, and had had no occasion to see Monsieur
+Boisségur since a word or so when he came in at ten o'clock. My
+attention was called to the affair finally by his stenographer, Monsieur
+Netterville, who came to me for instructions. He had finished the
+letters and the ambassador had not returned to sign them. At this point
+I began an investigation, Monsieur, and the further I went the more
+uneasy I grew.
+
+"Now, Monsieur, there are only two entrances to the embassy--the front
+door, where a servant is in constant attendance from nine in the morning
+until ten at night, and the rear door, which can only be reached through
+the kitchen. Neither of the two men who had been stationed at the front
+door had seen the ambassador since breakfast, therefore he could not
+have gone out that way. _Comprenez_? It seemed ridiculous, Monsieur, but
+then I went to the kitchen. The _chef_ had been there all day, and he
+had not seen the ambassador at all. I inquired further. No one in the
+embassy, not a clerk, nor a servant, nor a member of the ambassador's
+family had seen him since he left his office."
+
+Again he paused and ran one hand across his troubled brow.
+
+"Monsieur," he went on, and there was a tense note in his voice, "the
+ambassador of France had disappeared, gone, vanished! We searched the
+house from the cellar to the servants' quarters, even the roof, but
+there was no trace of him. The hat he usually wore was in the hall, and
+all his other hats were accounted for. You may remember, Monsieur, that
+Tuesday was cold, but all his top-coats were found in their proper
+places. So it seems, Monsieur," and repression ended in a burst of
+excitement, "if he left the embassy he did not go out by either door,
+and he went without hat or coat!"
+
+He stopped helplessly and his gaze alternated inquiringly between the
+benevolent face of the chief and the expressionless countenance of Mr.
+Grimm.
+
+"_If_ he left the embassy?" Mr. Grimm repeated. "If your search of the
+house proved conclusively that he wasn't there, he _did_ leave it,
+didn't he?"
+
+Monsieur Rigolot stared at him blankly for a moment, then nodded.
+
+"And there are windows, you know," Mr. Grimm went on, then: "As I
+understand it, Monsieur, no one except you and the stenographer saw the
+ambassador after ten o'clock in the morning?"
+
+"_Oui, Monsieur. C'est--_" Monsieur Rigolot began excitedly. "I beg
+pardon. I believe that is correct."
+
+"You saw him about ten, you say; therefore no one except the
+stenographer saw him after ten o'clock?"
+
+"That is also true, as far as I know."
+
+"Any callers? Letters? Telegrams? Telephone messages?"
+
+"I made inquiries in that direction, Monsieur," was the reply. "I have
+the words of the servants at the door and of the stenographer that there
+were no callers, and the statement of the stenographer that there were
+no telephone calls or telegrams. There were only four letters for him
+personally. He left them all on his desk--here they are."
+
+Mr. Grimm looked them over leisurely. They were commonplace enough,
+containing nothing that might be construed into a reason for the
+disappearance.
+
+"The letters Monsieur Boisségur had dictated were laid on his desk by
+the stenographer," Monsieur Rigolot rushed on volubly, excitedly. "In
+the anxiety and uneasiness following the disappearance they were allowed
+to remain there overnight. On Wednesday morning, Monsieur"--and he
+hesitated impressively--"_those letters bore his signature in his own
+handwriting_!"
+
+Mr. Grimm turned his listless eyes full upon Monsieur Rigolot's
+perturbed face for one scant instant.
+
+"No doubt of it being his signature?" he queried.
+
+"_Non, Monsieur, non!_" the secretary exclaimed emphatically. "_Vous
+avez_--that is, I have known his signature for years. There is no doubt.
+The letters were not of a private nature. If you would care to look at
+copies of them?"
+
+He offered the duplicates tentatively. Mr. Grimm read them over slowly,
+the while Monsieur Rigolot sat nervously staring at him. They, too,
+seemed meaningless as bearing on the matter in hand. Finally, Mr. Grimm
+nodded, and Monsieur Rigolot resumed:
+
+"And Wednesday night, Monsieur, another strange thing happened. Monsieur
+Boisségur smokes many cigarettes, of a kind made especially for him in
+France, and shipped to him here. He keeps them in a case on his
+dressing-table. On Thursday morning his valet reported to me that _this
+case of cigarettes had disappeared_!"
+
+"Of course," observed Mr. Grimm, "Monsieur Boisségur has a latch-key to
+the embassy?"
+
+"Of course."
+
+"Anything unusual happen last night--that is, Thursday night?"
+
+"Nothing, Monsieur--that is, nothing we can find."
+
+Mr. Grimm was silent for a time and fell to twisting the seal ring on
+his finger. Mr. Campbell turned around and moved a paper weight one inch
+to the left, where it belonged, while Monsieur Rigolot, disappointed at
+their amazing apathy, squirmed uneasily in his chair.
+
+"It would appear, then," Mr. Grimm remarked musingly, "that after his
+mysterious disappearance the ambassador has either twice returned to his
+house at night, or else sent some one there, first to bring the letters
+to him for signature, and later to get his cigarettes?"
+
+"_Certainement, Monsieur_--I mean, that seems to be true. But where is
+he? Why should he not come back? What does it mean? Madame Boisségur is
+frantic, prostrated! She wanted me to go to the police, but I did not
+think it wise that it should become public, so I came here."
+
+"Very well," commented Mr. Grimm. "Let it rest as it is. Meanwhile you
+may reassure madame. Point out to her that if Monsieur Boisségur signed
+the letters Tuesday night he was, at least, alive; and if he came or
+sent for the cigarettes Wednesday night, he was still alive. I shall
+call at the embassy this afternoon. No, it isn't advisable to go with
+you now. Give me your latch-key, please."
+
+Monsieur Rigolot produced the key and passed it over without a word.
+
+"And one other thing," Mr. Grimm continued, "please collect all the
+revolvers that may be in the house and take charge of them yourself. If
+any one, by chance, heard a burglar prowling around there to-night he
+might shoot, and in that event either kill Monsieur Boisségur or--or
+me!"
+
+When the secretary had gone Mr. Campbell idly drummed on his desk as he
+studied the face of his subordinate.
+
+"So much!" he commented finally.
+
+"It's Miss Thorne again," said the young man as if answering a question.
+
+"Perhaps these reports I have received to-day from the Latin capitals
+may aid you in dispelling that mystery," Campbell suggested, and Mr.
+Grimm turned to them eagerly. "Meanwhile our royal visitor, Prince
+Benedetto d'Abruzzi, remains unknown?"
+
+The young man's teeth closed with a snap.
+
+"It's only a question of time, Chief," he said abruptly. "I'll find
+him--I'll find him!"
+
+And he sat down to read the reports.
+
+
+
+
+XIII
+
+A CONFERENCE IN THE DARK
+
+
+The white rays of a distant arc light filtered through the half-drawn
+velvet hangings and laid a faintly illumined path across the
+ambassador's desk; the heavy leather chairs were mere impalpable
+splotches in the shadows; the cut-glass knobs of a mahogany cabinet
+caught the glint of light and reflected it dimly. Outside was the vague,
+indefinable night drone of a city asleep, unbroken by any sound that was
+distinguishable, until finally there came the distant boom of a clock.
+It struck twice.
+
+Seated on a couch in one corner of the ambassador's office was Mr.
+Grimm. He was leaning against the high arm of leather, with his feet on
+the seat, thoughtfully nursing his knees. If his attitude indicated
+anything except sheer comfort, it was that he was listening. He had been
+there for two hours, wide-awake, and absolutely motionless. Five, ten,
+fifteen minutes more passed, and then Mr. Grimm heard the grind and whir
+of an automobile a block or so away, coming toward the embassy. Now it
+was in front.
+
+"Honk! Hon-on-onk!" it called plaintively. "Hon-on-onk! Honk!"
+
+The signal! At last! The automobile went rushing on, full tilt, while
+Mr. Grimm removed his feet from the seat and dropped them noiselessly to
+the floor. Thus, with his hands on his knees, and listening, listening
+with every faculty strained, he sat motionless, peering toward the open
+door that led into the hall. The car was gone now, the sound of it was
+swallowed up in the distance, still he sat there. It was obviously some
+noise in the house for which he was waiting.
+
+Minute after minute passed, and still nothing. There was not even the
+whisper of a wind-stirred drapery. He was about to rise when, suddenly,
+with no other noise than that of the sharp click of the switch, the
+electric lights in the room blazed up brilliantly. The glare dazzled Mr.
+Grimm with its blinding flood, but he didn't move. Then softly, almost
+in a whisper:
+
+"Good evening, Mr. Grimm."
+
+It was a woman's voice, pleasant, unsurprised, perfectly modulated. Mr.
+Grimm certainly did not expect it now, but he knew it instantly--there
+was not another quite like it in the wide, wide world--and though he was
+still blinking a little, he came to his feet courteously.
+
+"Good morning, Miss Thorne," he corrected gravely.
+
+Now his vision was clearing, and he saw her, a graceful figure,
+silhouetted against the rich green of the wall draperies. Her lips were
+curled the least bit, as if she might have been smiling, and her
+wonderful eyes reflected a glint of--of--was it amusement? The folds of
+her evening dress fell away from her, and one bare, white arm was
+extended, as her hand still rested on the switch.
+
+"And you didn't hear me?" still in the half whisper. "I didn't think you
+would. Now I'm going to put out the lights for an instant, while you
+pull the shades down, and then--then we must have a--a conference."
+
+The switch snapped. The lights died as suddenly as they had been born,
+and Mr. Grimm, moving noiselessly, visited each of the four windows in
+turn. Then the lights blazed brilliantly again.
+
+"Just for a moment," Miss Thorne explained to him quietly, and she
+handed him a sheet of paper. "I want you to read this--read it
+carefully--then I shall turn out the lights again. They are dangerous.
+After that we may discuss the matter at our leisure."
+
+Mr. Grimm read the paper while Miss Thorne's eyes questioned his
+impassive face. At length he looked up indolently, listlessly, and the
+switch snapped. She crossed the room and sat down; Mr. Grimm sat beside
+her.
+
+"I think," Miss Thorne suggested tentatively, "that that accounts
+perfectly for Monsieur Boisségur's disappearance."
+
+"It gives one explanation, at least," Mr. Grimm assented musingly.
+"Kidnapped--held prisoner--fifty thousand dollars demanded for his
+safety and release." A pause. "And to whom, may I ask, was this demand
+addressed?"
+
+"To Madame Boisségur," replied Miss Thorne. "I have the envelope in
+which it came. It was mailed at the general post-office at half-past one
+o'clock this afternoon, so the canceling stamp shows, and the envelope
+was addressed, as the letter was written, on a typewriter."
+
+"And how," inquired Mr. Grimm, after a long pause, "how did it come into
+your possession?" He waited a little. "Why didn't Monsieur Rigolot
+report this development to me this afternoon when I was here?"
+
+"Monsieur Rigolot did not inform you of it because he didn't know of it
+himself," she replied, answering the last question first. "It came into
+my possession directly from the hands of Madame Boisségur--she gave it
+to me."
+
+"Why?"
+
+Mr. Grimm was peering through the inscrutable darkness, straight into
+her face--a white daub in the gloom, shapeless, indistinct.
+
+"I have known Madame Boisségur for half a dozen years," Miss Thorne
+continued, in explanation. "We have been friends that long. I met her
+first in Tokio, later in Berlin, and within a few weeks, here in
+Washington. You see I have traveled in the time I have been an agent for
+my government. Well, Madame Boisségur received this letter about
+half-past four o'clock this afternoon; and about half-past five she sent
+for me and placed it in my hands, together with all the singular details
+following upon the ambassador's disappearance. So, it would seem that
+you and I are allies for this once, and the problem is already solved.
+There merely remains the task of finding and releasing the ambassador."
+
+Mr. Grimm sat perfectly still.
+
+"And why," he asked slowly, "are you here now?"
+
+"For the same reason that you are here," she replied readily, "to see
+for myself if the--the person who twice came here at night--once for the
+ambassador's letters and once for his cigarettes--would, by any chance,
+make another trip. I knew you were here, of course."
+
+"You knew I was here," repeated Mr. Grimm musingly. "And, may I--?"
+
+"Just as you knew that I, or some one, at least, had entered this house
+a few minutes ago," she interrupted. "The automobile horn outside was a
+signal, wasn't it? Hastings was in the car? Or was it Blair or Johnson?"
+
+Mr. Grimm did not say.
+
+"Didn't you anticipate any personal danger when you entered?" he queried
+instead. "Weren't you afraid I might shoot?"
+
+"No."
+
+There was a long silence. Mr. Grimm still sat with his elbows on his
+knees, staring, staring at the vague white splotch which was Miss
+Thorne's face and bare neck. One of her white arms hung at her side like
+a pallid serpent, and her hand was at rest on the seat of the couch.
+
+"It seems, Miss Thorne," he said at length, casually, quite casually,
+"that our paths of duty are inextricably tangled. Twice previously we
+have met under circumstances that were more than strange, and now--this!
+Whatever injustice I may have done you in the past by my suspicions has,
+I hope, been forgiven; and in each instance we were able to work side by
+side toward a conclusion. I am wondering now if this singular affair
+will take a similar course."
+
+He paused. Miss Thorne started to speak, but he silenced her with a
+slight gesture of his hand.
+
+"It is only fair to you to say that we--that is, the Secret
+Service--have learned many things about you," he resumed in the same
+casual tone. "We have, through our foreign agents, traced you step by
+step from Rome to Washington. We know that you are, in a way, a
+representative of a sovereign of Europe; we know that you were on a
+secret mission to the Spanish court, perhaps for this sovereign, and
+remained in Madrid for a month; we know that from there you went to
+Paris, also on a secret mission--perhaps the same--and remained there
+for three weeks; we know that you met diplomatic agents of those
+governments later in London. We know all this; we know the manner of
+your coming to this country; of your coming to Washington. But we don't
+know _why_ you are here."
+
+Again she started to speak, and again he stopped her.
+
+"We don't know your name, but that is of no consequence. We _do_ know
+that in Spain you were Señora Cassavant, in Paris Mademoiselle
+d'Aubinon, in London Miss Jane Kellog, and here Miss Isabel Thorne. We
+realize that exigencies arise in your calling, and mine, which make
+changes of name desirable, necessary even, and there is no criticism of
+that. Now as the representative of your government--rather _a_
+government--you have a right to be here, although unaccredited; you have
+a right to remain here as long as your acts are consistent with our
+laws; you have a right to your secrets as long as they do not, directly
+or indirectly, threaten the welfare of this country. Now, why are you
+here?"
+
+He received no answer; he expected none. After a moment he went on:
+
+"Admitting that you are a secret agent of Italy, admitting everything
+that you claim to be, you haven't convinced me that you are not the
+person who came here for the letters and cigarettes. You have said
+nothing to prove to my satisfaction that you are not the individual I
+was waiting for to-night."
+
+"You don't mean that you suspect--?" she began in a tone of amazement.
+
+"I don't mean that I suspect anything," he interposed. "I mean merely
+that you haven't convinced me. There's nothing inconsistent in the fact
+that you are what you say you are, and that in spite of that, you came
+to-night for--"
+
+He was interrupted by a laugh, a throaty, silvery note that he
+remembered well. His idle hands closed spasmodically, only to be
+instantly relaxed.
+
+"Suppose, Mr. Grimm, I should tell you that immediately after Madame
+Boisségur placed the matter in my hands this afternoon I went straight
+to your office to show this letter to you and to ask your assistance?"
+she inquired. "Suppose that I left my card for you with a clerk there on
+being informed that you were out--remember I knew you were on the case
+from Madame Boisségur--would that indicate anything except that I wanted
+to put the matter squarely before you, and work with you?"
+
+"We will suppose that much," Mr. Grimm agreed.
+
+"That is a statement of fact," Miss Thorne added. "My card, which you
+will find at your office, will show that. And when I left your office I
+went to the hotel where you live, with the same purpose. You were not
+there, and I left a card for you. And _that_ is a statement of fact. It
+was not difficult, owing to the extraordinary circumstances, to imagine
+that you would be here to-night--just as you are--and I came here. My
+purpose, still, was to inform you of what I knew, and work with you.
+Does that convince you?"
+
+"And how did you enter the embassy?" Mr. Grimm persisted.
+
+"Not with a latch-key, as you did," she replied. "Madame Boisségur, at
+my suggestion, left the French window in the hall there unfastened, and
+I came in that way--the way, I may add, that _Monsieur l'Ambassadeur_
+went out when he disappeared."
+
+"Very well!" commented Mr. Grimm, and finally: "I think, perhaps, I owe
+you an apology, Miss Thorne--another one. The circumstances now, as
+they were at our previous meetings, are so unusual that--is it necessary
+to go on?" There was a certain growing deference in his tone. "I wonder
+if you account for Monsieur Boisségur's disappearance as I do?" he
+inquired.
+
+"I dare say," and Miss Thorne leaned toward him with sudden eagerness in
+her manner and voice. "Your theory is--?" she questioned.
+
+"If we believe the servants we know that Monsieur Boisségur did not go
+out either by the front door or rear," Mr. Grimm explained. "That being
+true the French window by which you entered seems to have been the way."
+
+"Yes, yes," Miss Thorne interpolated. "And the circumstances attending
+the disappearance? How do you account for the fact that he went,
+evidently of his own will?"
+
+"Precisely as you must account for it if you have studied the situation
+here as I have," responded Mr. Grimm. "For instance, sitting at his desk
+there"--and he turned to indicate it--"he could readily see out the
+windows overlooking the street. There is only a narrow strip of lawn
+between the house and the sidewalk. Now, if some one on the sidewalk,
+or--or--"
+
+"In a carriage?" promptly suggested Miss Thorne.
+
+"Or in a carriage," Mr. Grimm supplemented, "had attracted his
+attention--some one he knew--it is not at all unlikely that he rose, for
+no apparent reason, as he did do, passed along the hall--"
+
+"And through the French window, across the lawn to the carriage, and not
+a person in the house would have seen him go out? Precisely! There seems
+no doubt that was the way," she mused. "And, of course, he must have
+entered the carriage of his own free will?"
+
+"In other words, on some pretext or other, he was lured in, then made
+prisoner, and--!"
+
+He paused suddenly and his hand met Miss Thorne's warningly. The silence
+of the night was broken by the violent clatter of footsteps, apparently
+approaching the embassy. The noise was unmistakable--some one was
+running.
+
+"The window!" Miss Thorne whispered.
+
+She rose quickly and started to cross the room, to look out; Mr. Grimm
+sat motionless, listening. An instant later and there came a tremendous
+crash of glass--the French window in the hallway by the sound--then
+rapid footsteps, still running, along the hall. Mr. Grimm moved toward
+the door unruffled, perfectly self-possessed; there was only a narrowing
+of his eyes at the abruptness and clatter of it all. And then the
+electric lights in the hall flashed up.
+
+Before Mr. Grimm stood a man, framed by the doorway, staring unseeingly
+into the darkened room. His face was haggard and white as death; his
+mouth agape as if from exertion, and the lips bloodless; his eyes were
+widely distended as if from fright--clothing disarranged, collar
+unfastened and dangling.
+
+"The ambassador!" Miss Thorne whispered thrillingly.
+
+
+
+
+XIV
+
+A RESCUE AND AN ESCAPE
+
+
+Miss Thorne's voice startled Mr. Grimm a little, but he had no doubts.
+It was Monsieur Boisségur. Mr. Grimm was going toward the enframed
+figure when, without any apparent reason, the ambassador turned and ran
+along the hall; and at that instant the lights went out again. For one
+moment Grimm stood still, dazed and blinded by the sudden blackness, and
+again he started toward the door. Miss Thorne was beside him.
+
+"The lights!" he whispered tensely. "Find the switch!"
+
+He heard the rustle of her skirts as she moved away, and stepped out
+into the hall, feeling with both his hands along the wall. A few feet
+away, in the direction the ambassador had gone, there seemed to be a
+violent struggle in progress--there was the scuffling of feet, and
+quick-drawn breaths as muscle strained against muscle. The lights! If he
+could only find the switch! Then, as his hands moved along the wall,
+they came in contact with another hand--a hand pressed firmly against
+the plastering, barring his progress. A light blow in the face caused
+him to step back quickly.
+
+The scuffling sound suddenly resolved itself into moving footsteps, and
+the front door opened and closed with a bang. Mr. Grimm's listless eyes
+snapped, and his white teeth came together sharply as he started toward
+the front door. But fate seemed to be against him still. He stumbled
+over a chair, and his own impetus forward sent him sprawling; his head
+struck the wall with a resounding whack; and then, over the house, came
+utter silence. From outside he heard the clatter of a cab. Finally that
+died away in the distance.
+
+"Miss Thorne?" he inquired quietly.
+
+"I'm here," she answered in a despairing voice. "But I can't find the
+switch."
+
+"Are you hurt?"
+
+"No."
+
+And then she found the switch; the lights flared up. Mr. Grimm was
+sitting thoughtfully on the floor.
+
+"That simplifies the matter considerably," he observed complacently, as
+he rose. "The men who signaled to me when you entered the embassy will
+never let that cab get out of their sight."
+
+Miss Thorne stood leaning forward a little, eagerly gazing at him with
+those wonderful blue-gray eyes, and an expression of--of--perhaps it was
+admiration on her face.
+
+"Are you sure?" she demanded, at last.
+
+"I know it," was his response.
+
+And just then Monsieur Rigolot, secretary of the embassy, thrust an
+inquisitive head timidly around the corner of the stairs. The crash of
+glass had aroused him.
+
+"What happened?" he asked breathlessly.
+
+"We don't know just yet," replied Mr. Grimm. "If the noise aroused any
+one else please assure them that there's nothing the matter. And you
+might inform Madame Boisségur that the ambassador will return home
+to-morrow. Good night!"
+
+At his hotel, when he reached there, Mr. Grimm found Miss Thorne's
+card--and he drew a long breath; at his office he found another of her
+cards, and he drew another long breath. He did like corroborative
+details, did Mr. Grimm, and, of course, this--! On the following day
+Miss Thorne accompanied him to Alexandria, and they were driven in a
+closed carriage out toward the western edge of the city. Finally the
+carriage stopped at a signal from Mr. Grimm, and he assisted Miss Thorne
+out, after which he turned and spoke to some one remaining inside--a
+man.
+
+"The house is two blocks west, along that street there," he explained,
+and he indicated an intersecting thoroughfare just ahead. "It is number
+ninety-seven. Five minutes after we enter you will drive up in front of
+the door and wait. If we don't return in fifteen minutes--come in after
+us!"
+
+"Do you anticipate danger?" Miss Thorne queried quickly.
+
+"If I had anticipated danger," replied Mr. Grimm, "I should not have
+permitted you to come with me."
+
+They entered the house--number ninety-seven--with a key which Mr. Grimm
+produced, and a minute or so later walked into a room where three men
+were sitting. One of them was of a coarse, repulsive type, large and
+heavy; another rather dapper, of superficial polish, evidently a
+foreigner, and the third--the third was Ambassador Boisségur!
+
+"Good morning, gentlemen!" Mr. Grimm greeted them, then ceremoniously:
+"Monsieur Boisségur, your carriage is at the door."
+
+The three men came to their feet instantly, and one of them--he of the
+heavy face--drew a revolver. Mr. Grimm faced him placidly.
+
+"Do you know what would happen to you if you killed me?" he inquired
+pleasantly. "You wouldn't live three minutes. Do you imagine I came in
+here blindly? There are a dozen men guarding the entrances to the
+house--a pistol shot would bring them in. Put down the gun!"
+
+Eyes challenged eyes for one long tense instant, and the man carefully
+laid the weapon on the table. Mr. Grimm strolled over and picked it up,
+after which he glanced inquiringly at the other man--the ambassador's
+second guard.
+
+"And you are the gentleman, I dare say, who made the necessary trips to
+the ambassador's house, probably using his latch-key?" he remarked
+interrogatively. "First for the letters to be signed, and again for the
+cigarettes?"
+
+There was no answer and Mr. Grimm turned questioningly to Monsieur
+Boisségur, silent, white of face, motionless.
+
+"Yes, Monsieur," the ambassador burst out suddenly. His eyes were fixed
+unwaveringly on Miss Thorne.
+
+"And your escape, Monsieur?" continued Mr. Grimm.
+
+"I did escape, Monsieur, last night," the ambassador explained, "but
+they knew it immediately--they pursued me into my own house, these two
+and another--and dragged me back here! _Mon Dieu, Monsieur, c'est--!_"
+
+"That's all that's necessary," remarked Mr. Grimm. "You are free to go
+now."
+
+"But there are others," Monsieur Boisségur interposed desperately, "two
+more somewhere below, and they will not allow--they will attack--!"
+
+Mr. Grimm's listless eyes narrowed slightly and he turned to Miss
+Thorne. She was a little white, but he saw enough in her face to satisfy
+him.
+
+"I shall escort Monsieur Boisségur to his carriage, Miss Thorne," he
+said calmly. "These men will remain here until I return. Take the
+revolver. If either of them so much as wags his head--_shoot_! You are
+not--not afraid?"
+
+"No." She smiled faintly. "I am not afraid."
+
+Mr. Grimm and the ambassador went down the stairs, and out the front
+door. Mr. Grimm was just turning to reenter the house when from above
+came a muffled, venomous cra-as-ash!--a shot! He took the steps going
+up, two at a time. Miss Thorne was leaning against the wall as if dazed;
+the revolver lay at her feet. A door in a far corner of the room stood
+open; and the clatter of footsteps echoed through the house.
+
+"One of them leaped at me and I fired," she gasped in explanation. "He
+struck me, but I'm--I'm not hurt."
+
+She stooped quickly, picked up the revolver and made as if to follow the
+dying footsteps. Mr. Grimm stopped her.
+
+"It doesn't matter," he said quietly. "Let them go." And after a while,
+earnestly: "If I had dreamed of such a--such a thing as this I should
+never have consented to allow you--"
+
+"I understand," she interrupted, and for one instant her outstretched
+hand rested on his arm. "The ambassador?"
+
+"Perfectly safe," responded Mr. Grimm. "Two of my men are with him."
+
+
+
+
+XV
+
+MASTER OF THE SITUATION
+
+
+As the women rose and started out, leaving the gentlemen over their
+coffee and cigars, Miss Thorne paused at the door and the blue-gray eyes
+flashed some subtle message to the French ambassador who, after an
+instant, nodded comprehendingly, then resumed his conversation. As he
+left the room a few minutes later he noticed that Mr. Grimm had joined a
+group of automaniacs of which Mr. Cadwallader was the enthusiastic
+center. He spoke to his hostess, the wife of the minister from Portugal,
+for a moment, then went to Miss Thorne and dropped into a seat beside
+her. She greeted him with a smile and was still smiling as she talked.
+
+"I believe, Monsieur," she said in French, "you sent a code message to
+the cable office this afternoon?"
+
+His eyes questioned hers quickly.
+
+"And please bear in mind that we probably are being watched as we talk,"
+she went on pleasantly. "Mr. Grimm is the man to be afraid of.
+Smile--don't look so serious!" She laughed outright.
+
+"Yes, I sent a code message," he replied.
+
+"It was your resignation?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Well, it wasn't sent, of course," she informed him, and her eyes were
+sparkling as if something amusing had been said. "One of my agents
+stopped it. I may add that it will not be sent."
+
+The ambassador's eyes grew steely, then blank again.
+
+"Mademoiselle, what am I to understand from that?" he demanded.
+
+"You are to understand that I am absolute master of the situation in
+Washington at this moment," she replied positively. The smile on her
+lips and the tone of her voice were strangely at variance. "From the
+beginning I let you understand that ultimately you would receive your
+instructions from Paris; now I know they will reach you by cable
+to-morrow. Within a week the compact will be signed. Whether you approve
+of it or not it will be signed for your country by a special envoy whose
+authority is greater than yours--his Highness, the Prince Benedetto
+d'Abruzzi."
+
+"Has he reached Washington?"
+
+"He is in Washington. He has been here for some time, incognito." She
+was silent a moment. "You have been a source of danger to our plans,"
+she added. "If it had not been for an accident you would still have been
+comfortably kept out in Alexandria where Mr. Grimm and I found you.
+Please remember, Monsieur, that we will accomplish what we set out to
+do. Nothing can stop us--nothing."
+
+At just about the same moment the name of Prince d'Abruzzi had been used
+in the dining-room, but in a different connection. Mr. Cadwallader was
+reciting some incident of an automobile trip in Italy when he had been
+connected with the British embassy there.
+
+"The prince was driving," he said, "and one of the best I ever saw.
+Corking chap, the prince; democratic, you know, and all that sort of
+thing. He was one scion of royalty who didn't mind soiling his hands by
+diving in under a car and fixing it himself. At that time he was
+inclined to be wild--that was eight or nine years ago--but they say now
+he has settled down to work, and is one of the real diplomatic powers of
+Italy. I haven't seen him for a half dozen years."
+
+"How old a man is he?" asked Mr. Grimm carelessly.
+
+"Thirty-five, thirty-eight, perhaps; I don't know," replied Mr.
+Cadwallader. "It's odd, you know, the number of princes and blue-bloods
+and all that sort of thing one can find knocking about in Italy and
+Germany and Spain. One never hears of half of them. I never had heard
+of the Prince d'Abruzzi until I went to Italy, and I've heard jolly well
+little of him since, except indirectly."
+
+Mr. Cadwallader lapsed into silence as he sat staring at a large group
+photograph which was framed on a wall of the dining-room.
+
+"Isn't that the royal family of Italy?" he asked. He rose and went over
+to it. "By Jove, it is, and here is the prince in the group. The picture
+was taken, I should say, about the time I knew him."
+
+Mr. Grimm strolled over idly and stood for a long time staring at the
+photograph.
+
+"He can drive a motor, you know," said Mr. Cadwallader admiringly. "And
+Italy is the place to drive them. They forgot to make any speed laws
+over there, and if a chap gets in your way and you knock him silly they
+arrest him for obstructing traffic, you know. Over here if a chap really
+starts to go any place in a hurry some bally idiot holds him up."
+
+"Have you ever been held up?" queried Mr. Grimm.
+
+"No, but I expect to be every day," was the reply. "I've got a new
+motor, you know, and I've never been able to see how fast it is. The
+other evening I ran up to Baltimore with it in an hour and thirty-seven
+minutes from Alexandria to Druid Hill Park, and that's better than forty
+miles. I never did let the motor out, you know, because we ran in the
+dark most of the way."
+
+Mr. Grimm was still gazing at the photograph.
+
+"Did you go alone?" he asked.
+
+"There's no fun motoring alone, you know. Señorita Rodriguez was with
+me. Charming girl, what?"
+
+A little while later Mr. Grimm sauntered out into the drawing-room and
+made his way toward Miss Thorne and the French ambassador. Monsieur
+Boisségur rose, and offered his hand cordially.
+
+"I hope, Monsieur," said Mr. Grimm, "that you are no worse off for
+your--your unpleasant experience?"
+
+"Not at all, thanks to you," was the reply. "I have just thanked Miss
+Thorne for her part in the affair, and--"
+
+"I'm glad to have been of service," interrupted Mr. Grimm lightly.
+
+The ambassador bowed ceremoniously and moved away. Mr. Grimm dropped
+into the seat he had just left.
+
+"You've left the legation, haven't you?" he asked.
+
+"You drove me out," she laughed.
+
+"Drove you out?" he repeated. "Drove you out?"
+
+"Why, it was not only uncomfortable, but it was rather conspicuous
+because of the constant espionage of your Mr. Blair and your Mr. Johnson
+and your Mr. Hastings," she explained, still laughing. "So I have moved
+to the Hotel Hilliard."
+
+Mr. Grimm was twisting the seal ring on his little finger.
+
+"I'm sorry if I've made it uncomfortable for you," he apologized. "You
+see it's necessary to--"
+
+"No explanation," Miss Thorne interrupted. "I understand."
+
+"I'm glad you do," he replied seriously. "How long do you intend to
+remain in the city?"
+
+"Really I don't know--two, three, four weeks, perhaps. Why?"
+
+"I was just wondering."
+
+Señorita Rodriguez came toward them.
+
+"We're going to play bridge," she said, "and we need you, Isabel, to
+make the four. Come. I hate to take her away, Mr. Grimm."
+
+Mr. Grimm and Miss Thorne rose together. For an instant her slim white
+hand rested on Mr. Grimm's sleeve and she stared into his eyes
+understandingly with a little of melancholy in her own. They left Mr.
+Grimm there.
+
+
+
+
+XVI
+
+LETTERS FROM JAIL
+
+
+For two weeks Signor Pietro Petrozinni, known to the Secret Service as
+an unaccredited agent of the Italian government, and the self-confessed
+assailant of Señor Alvarez of the Mexican legation, had been taking his
+ease in a cell. He had been formally arraigned and committed without
+bail to await the result of the bullet wound which had been inflicted
+upon the diplomatist from Mexico at the German Embassy Ball, and, since
+then, undisturbed and apparently careless of the outcome, he had spent
+his time in reading and smoking. He had answered questions with only a
+curt yes or no when he deigned to answer them at all; and there had been
+no callers or inquiries for him. He had abruptly declined a suggestion
+of counsel.
+
+Twice each day, morning and night, he had asked a question of the
+jailer who brought his simple meals.
+
+"How is Señor Alvarez?"
+
+"He is still in a critical condition." The answer was always the same.
+
+Whereupon the secret agent would return to his reading with not a shadow
+of uneasiness or concern on his face.
+
+Occasionally there came a courteous little note from Miss Thorne, which
+he read without emotion, afterward casting them aside or tearing them
+up. He never answered them. And then one day there came another note
+which, for no apparent reason, seemed to stir him from his lethargy.
+Outwardly it was like all the others, but when Signor Petrozinni scanned
+the sheet his eyes lighted strangely, and he stood staring down at it as
+though to hide a sudden change of expression in his face. His gaze was
+concentrated on two small splotches of ink where, it seemed, the pen
+had scratched as Miss Thorne signed her name.
+
+The guard stood at the barred door for a moment, then started to turn
+away. The prisoner stopped him with a quick gesture.
+
+"Oh, Guard, may I have a glass of milk, please?" he asked. "No ice. I
+prefer it tepid."
+
+He thrust a small coin between the bars; the guard accepted it and
+passed on. Then, still standing at the door, the prisoner read the note
+again:
+
+"MY DEAR FRIEND:
+
+"I understand, from an indirect source, that there has been a marked
+improvement in Señor Alvarez's condition, and I am hastening to send you
+the good news. There is every hope that within a short while, if he
+continues to improve, we can arrange a bail bond, and you will be free
+until the time of trial anyway.
+
+"Might it not be well for you to consult an attorney at once? Drop me a
+line to let me know you received this.
+
+"Sincerely,
+
+"ISABEL THORNE."
+
+Finally the prisoner tossed the note on a tiny table in a corner of his
+cell, and resumed his reading. After a time the guard returned with the
+milk.
+
+"Would it be against the rules for me to write an answer to this?"
+queried Signor Petrozinni, and he indicated the note.
+
+"Certainly not," was the reply.
+
+"If I might trouble you, then, for pen and ink and paper?" suggested the
+signor and he smiled a little. "Believe me, I would prefer to get them
+for myself."
+
+"I guess that's right," the guard grinned good-naturedly.
+
+Again he went away and the prisoner sat thoughtfully sipping the milk.
+He took half of it, then lighted a cigarette, puffed it once or twice
+and permitted the light to die. After a little there came again the
+clatter of the guard's feet on the cement pavement, and the writing
+materials were thrust through the bars.
+
+"Thank you," said the prisoner.
+
+The guard went on, with a nod, and a moment later the signor heard the
+clangor of a steel door down the corridor as it was closed and locked.
+He leaned forward in his chair with half-closed eyes, listening for a
+long time, then rose and noiselessly approached the cell door. Again he
+listened intently, after which he resumed his seat. He tossed away the
+cigarette he had and lighted a fresh one, afterward holding the note
+over the flame of the match. Here and there, where the paper charred in
+the heat, a letter or word stood out from the bare whiteness of the
+paper, and finally, a message complete appeared between the innocuous
+ink-written lines. The prisoner read it greedily:
+
+"Am privately informed there is little chance of Alvarez's recovery.
+Shall I arrange escape for you, or have ambassador intercede? Would
+advise former, as the other might take months, and meeting to sign
+treaty alliance would be dangerously delayed."
+
+Signor Petrozinni permitted the sputtering flame to ignite the paper,
+and thoughtfully watched the blaze destroy it. The last tiny scrap
+dropped on the floor, burned out, and he crushed the ashes under his
+heel. Then he began to write:
+
+"My Dear Miss Thorne:
+
+"Many thanks for your courteous little note. I am delighted to know of
+the improvement in Señor Alvarez's condition. I had hoped that my
+impulsive act in shooting him would not end in a tragedy. Please keep me
+informed of any further change in his condition. As yet I do not see the
+necessity of consulting an attorney, but later I may be compelled to do
+so.
+
+"Respectfully,
+
+"Pietro Petrozinni."
+
+This done the secret agent carefully cleaned the ink from the pen,
+wiping it dry with his handkerchief, then thrust it into the half empty
+glass of milk. The fluid clung to the steel nib thinly; he went on
+writing with it, between the lines of ink:
+
+"I am in no danger. I hold credentials to United States, which, when
+presented, will make me responsible only to the Italian government as
+special envoy, according to international law. Arrange escape for one
+week from to-night; use any money necessary. Make careful arrangements
+for the test and signing of compact for two nights after."
+
+Again the prisoner cleaned the steel nib, after which he put it back in
+the bottle of ink, leaving it there. He waved the sheet of paper back
+and forth to dry it, and at last scrutinized it minutely, standing under
+the light from the high-up window of his cell. Letter by letter the milk
+evaporated, leaving the sheet perfectly clean and white except for the
+ink-written message. This sheet he folded, placed in an envelope, and
+addressed.
+
+Later the guard passed along the corridor, and Signor Petrozinni thrust
+the letter out to him.
+
+"Be good enough to post that, please," he requested. "It isn't sealed. I
+don't know if your prison rules require you to read the letters that go
+out. If so, read it, or have it read, then seal it."
+
+For answer the guard dampened the flap of the envelope, sealed it,
+thrust it into his pocket and passed on. The secret agent sat down
+again, and sipped his milk meditatively.
+
+One hour later Mr. Grimm, accompanied by Johnson, came out of a
+photographer's dark room in Pennsylvania Avenue with a developed
+negative which he set on a rack to dry. At the end of another hour he
+was sitting at his desk studying, under a magnifying glass, a finished
+print of the negative. Word by word he was writing on a slip of paper
+what his magnifying glass gave him and so, curiously enough, it came to
+pass that Miss Thorne and Chief Campbell of the Secret Service were
+reading the hidden, milk-written message at almost the identical moment.
+
+"Johnson got Petrozinni's letter from the postman," Mr. Grimm was
+explaining. "I opened it, photographed it, sealed it again and remailed
+it. There was not more than half an hour's delay; and Miss Thorne can
+not possibly know of it." He paused a moment. "It's an odd thing that
+writing such as that is absolutely invisible to the naked eye, and yet
+when photographed becomes decipherable in the negative."
+
+"What do you make of it?" Mr. Campbell asked. The guileless blue eyes
+were alive with eagerness.
+
+"Well, he's right, of course, about not being in danger," said Mr.
+Grimm. "If he came with credentials as special envoy this government
+must respect them, even if Señor Alvarez dies, and leave it to his own
+government to punish him. If we were officially aware that he has such
+credentials I doubt if we would have the right to keep him confined; we
+would merely have to hand him over to the Italian embassy and demand his
+punishment. And, of course, all that makes him more dangerous than
+ever."
+
+"Yes, I know that," said the chief a little impatiently. "But who is
+this man?"
+
+"Who is this man?" Mr. Grimm repeated as if surprised at the question.
+"I was looking for Prince Benedetto d'Abruzzi, of Italy. I have found
+him."
+
+Mr. Campbell's clock-like brain ticked over the situation in detail.
+
+"It's like this," Mr. Grimm elucidated. "He has credentials which he
+knows will free him if he is forced to present them, but I imagine they
+were given to him more for protection in an emergency like this than for
+introducing him to our government. As the matter stands he can't afford
+to discover himself by using those credentials, and yet, if the Latin
+compact is signed, he must be free. Remember, too, that he is accredited
+from three countries--Italy, France and Spain." He was silent for a
+moment. "Naturally his escape from prison would preserve his incognito,
+and at the same time permit him to sign the compact."
+
+There was silence for a long time.
+
+"I believe the situation is without precedent," said Mr. Campbell
+slowly. "The special envoy of three great powers held for attempted--!"
+
+"Officially we are not aware of his purpose, or his identity," Mr. Grimm
+reminded him. "If he escaped it would clarify the situation
+tremendously."
+
+"If he escaped!" repeated Mr. Campbell musingly.
+
+"But, of course, the compact would not be signed, at least in this
+country," Mr. Grimm went on tentatively.
+
+Mr. Campbell gazed straight into the listless eyes of the young man for
+a minute or more, and gradually full understanding came home to him.
+Finally he nodded his head.
+
+"Use your own judgment, Mr. Grimm," he directed.
+
+
+
+
+XVII
+
+A CALL ON THE WARDEN
+
+
+The restful silence of night lay over the great prison. Here and there
+in the grim corridors a guard dozed in the glare of an electric light;
+and in the office, too, a desk light glimmered where the warden sat at
+his desk, poring over a report. Once he glanced up at the clock--it was
+five minutes of eleven--and then he went on with his reading.
+
+After a little the silence was broken by the whir of the clock and the
+first sharp stroke of the hour; and at just that moment the door from
+the street opened and a man entered. He was rather tall and slender, and
+a sinister black mask hid his face from the quickly raised eyes of the
+warden. For a bare fraction of a second the two men stared at each
+other, then, instinctively, the warden's right hand moved toward the
+open drawer of his desk where a revolver lay, and his left toward
+several electrically connected levers. The intruder noted both gestures,
+and, unarmed himself, stood silent. The warden was first to speak.
+
+"Well, what is it?"
+
+"You have a prisoner here, Pietro Petrozinni," was the reply, in a
+pleasant voice. "I have come to demand his release."
+
+The warden's right hand was raised above the desk top, and the revolver
+in it clicked warningly.
+
+"You have come to demand his release, eh?" he queried. He still sat
+motionless, with his eyes fixed on the black mask. "How did you pass the
+outside guard?"
+
+"He was bribed," was the ready response. "Now, Warden," the masked
+intruder continued pacifically, "it would be much more pleasant all
+around and there would be less personal danger in it for both of us if
+you would release Signor Petrozinni without question. I may add that no
+bribe was offered to you because your integrity was beyond question."
+
+"Thank you," said the warden grimly, "and it shall remain so as long as
+I have this." He tapped on the desk with the revolver.
+
+"Oh, that isn't loaded," said the masked man quietly.
+
+One quick glance at the weapon showed the warden that the cartridges had
+been drawn! His teeth closed with a snap at the treachery of it, and
+with his left hand he pulled back one of the levers--that which should
+arouse the jailers, turnkeys and guards. Instead of the insistent
+clangor which he expected, there was silence.
+
+"That wire has been cut," the stranger volunteered.
+
+With clenched teeth the warden pulled the police alarm.
+
+"And that wire was cut, too," the stranger explained.
+
+The warden came to his feet with white face, and nails biting into the
+palms of his hands. He still held the revolver as he advanced upon the
+masked man threateningly.
+
+"Not too close, now," warned the intruder, with a sudden hardening of
+his voice. "Believe me, it would be best for you to release this man,
+because it must be done, pleasantly or otherwise. I have no desire to
+injure you, still less do I intend that you shall injure me; and it
+would be needless for either of us to make a personal matter of it. I
+want your prisoner, Signor Petrozinni--you will release him at once!
+That's all!"
+
+The warden paused, dazed, incredulous before the audacity of it, while
+he studied two calm eyes which peered at him through the slits of the
+mask.
+
+"And if I _don't_ release him?" he demanded at last, fiercely.
+
+"Then I shall take him," was the reply. "It has been made impossible for
+you to give an alarm," the stranger went on. "The very men on whom you
+most depended have been bought, and even if they were within sound of
+your voice now they wouldn't respond. One of your assistants who has
+been here for years unloaded the revolver in the desk there, and less
+than an hour ago cut the prison alarm wire. I, personally, cut the
+police alarm outside the building. So you see!"
+
+As yet there was no weapon in sight, save the unloaded revolver in the
+warden's hand; at no time had the stranger's voice been raised. His tone
+was a perfectly normal one.
+
+"Besides yourself there are only five other men employed here who are
+now awake," the masked man continued. "These are four inner guards and
+the outer guard. They have all been bought--the turnkeys at five
+thousand dollars each, and the outer guard at seven thousand. The
+receipt of all of this money is conditional upon the release of Signor
+Petrozinni, therefore it is to their interest to aid me as against you.
+I am telling you all this, frankly and fully, to make you see how
+futile any resistance would be."
+
+"But who--who is this Signor Petrozinni, that such powerful influences
+should be brought to bear in his behalf?" demanded the bewildered
+warden.
+
+"He is a man who can command a vast fortune--and Señor Alvarez is at the
+point of death. That, I think, makes it clear. Now, if you'll sit down,
+please!"
+
+"Sit down?" bellowed the warden.
+
+Suddenly he was seized by a violent, maddening rage. He took one step
+forward and raised the empty revolver to strike. The masked man moved
+slightly to one side and his clenched fist caught the warden on the
+point of the chin. The official went down without a sound and lay still,
+inert. A moment later the door leading into the corridor of the prison
+opened, and Signor Petrozinni, accompanied by one of the guards, entered
+the warden's office. The masked man glanced around at them, and with a
+motion of his head indicated the door leading to the street. They
+passed through, closing the door behind them.
+
+For a little time the intruder stood staring down at the still body,
+then he went to the telephone and called police headquarters.
+
+"There has been a jail delivery at the prison," he said in answer to the
+"hello" of the desk-sergeant at the other end of the wire. "Better send
+some of your men up to investigate."
+
+"Who is that?" came the answering question.
+
+The stranger replaced the receiver on the hook, stripped off his black
+mask, dropped it on the floor beside the motionless warden, and went
+out. It was Mr. Grimm!
+
+
+
+
+XVIII
+
+NOTICE TO LEAVE
+
+
+At fifteen minutes of midnight when Miss Thorne, followed by Signor
+Petrozinni, entered the sitting-room of her apartments in the hotel and
+turned up the light they found Mr. Grimm already there. He rose
+courteously. At sight of him Miss Thorne's face went deathly white, and
+the escaped prisoner turned toward the door again.
+
+"I would advise that you stay, your Highness," said Mr. Grimm coldly.
+Signor Petrozinni paused, amazed. "You will merely subject yourself to
+the humiliation of arrest if you attempt to leave. The house is guarded
+by a dozen men."
+
+"Your Highness?" Miss Thorne repeated blankly. "You are assuming a
+great deal, aren't you, Mr. Grimm?"
+
+"I don't believe," and Mr. Grimm's listless eyes were fixed on those of
+the escaped prisoner, "I don't believe that Prince Benedetto d'Abruzzi
+will deny his identity?"
+
+There was one of those long tense silences when eye challenges eye, when
+wit is pitted against wit, and mind is hauled around to a new, and
+sometimes unattractive, view of a situation. Miss Thorne stood silent
+with rigid features, colorless as marble; but slowly a sneer settled
+about the lips of Signor Petrozinni that was, and he sat down.
+
+[Illustration: A long tense silence when eye challenges eye.]
+
+"You seem to know everything, Mr. Grimm," he taunted.
+
+"I _try_ to know everything, your Highness," was the reply. Mr. Grimm
+was still standing. "I know, for instance, that one week ago the plot
+which had your freedom for its purpose was born; I know the contents of
+every letter that passed between you and Miss Thorne here,
+notwithstanding the invisible ink; I know that four days ago several
+thousand dollars was smuggled in to you concealed in a basket of fruit;
+I know, with that money, you bribed your way out, while Miss Thorne or
+one of her agents bribed the guard in front; I know that the escape was
+planned for to-night, and that the man who was delegated to take charge
+of it is now locked in my office under guard. It may interest you to
+know that it was I who took his place and made the escape possible. I
+know that much!"
+
+"You--_you_--!" the prince burst out suddenly. "_You_ aided me to
+escape?"
+
+Miss Thorne was staring, staring at them with her eyes widely distended,
+and her red lips slightly parted.
+
+"_Why_ did you assist him?" she demanded.
+
+"Details are tiresome, Miss Thorne," replied Mr. Grimm with the utmost
+courtesy. "There is one other thing I know--that the Latin compact will
+not be signed in the United States."
+
+The prince's eyes met Miss Thorne's inquiringly, and she shook her
+head. The sneer was still playing about his mouth.
+
+"Anything else of special interest that you know?" he queried.
+
+"Yes, of interest to both you and Miss Thorne. That is merely if the
+Latin compact is signed anywhere, the English-speaking countries of the
+world might construe it as a _casus belli_ and strike soon enough, and
+hard enough, to put an end to it once for all."
+
+Again there was silence for a little while. Slowly the prince's eyes
+were darkening, and a shadow flitted across Miss Thorne's face. The
+prince rose impatiently.
+
+"Well, what is the meaning of all this? Are you going to take me back to
+prison?"
+
+"No," said Mr. Grimm. He glanced at his watch. "I will give each of you
+one-half hour to pack your belongings. We must catch a train at one
+o'clock."
+
+"Leave the city?" gasped Miss Thorne.
+
+"Impossible!" exclaimed the prince.
+
+"One-half hour," said Mr. Grimm coldly.
+
+"But--but it's out of the question," expostulated Miss Thorne.
+
+"One-half hour," repeated Mr. Grimm. He didn't dare to meet those
+wonderful blue-gray eyes now. "A special car with private compartments
+will be attached to the regular train, and the only inconvenience to you
+will be the fact that the three of us will be compelled to sit up all
+night. Half a dozen other Secret Service men will be on the train with
+us."
+
+And then the prince's entire manner underwent a change.
+
+"Mr. Grimm," he said earnestly, "it is absolutely necessary that I
+remain in Washington for another week--remain here even if I am locked
+up again--lock me up again if you like. I can't sign compacts in
+prison."
+
+"Twenty-five minutes," replied Mr. Grimm quietly.
+
+"But here," exclaimed the prince explosively, "I have credentials which
+will insure my protection in spite of your laws."
+
+"I know that," said Mr. Grimm placidly. "Credentials of that nature can
+not be presented at midnight, and you will not be here to-morrow to
+present them. The fact that you have those credentials, your Highness,
+is one reason why you must leave Washington now, to-night."
+
+
+
+
+XIX
+
+BY WIRELESS
+
+
+They paused in the office, the three of them, and while Miss Thorne was
+giving some instructions as to her baggage the prince went over to the
+telegraph booth and began to write a message on a blank. Mr. Grimm
+appeared at his elbow.
+
+"No," he said.
+
+"Can't I send a telegram if I like?" demanded the prince sharply.
+
+"No, nor a note, nor a letter, nor may you speak to any one," Mr. Grimm
+informed him quietly.
+
+"Why, it's an outrage!" flamed the prince.
+
+"It depends altogether on the view-point, your Highness," said Mr. Grimm
+courteously. "If you will pardon me I might suggest that it is needless
+to attract attention by your present attitude. You may--I say you
+_may_--compel me to humiliate you." The prince glared at him angrily. "I
+mean handcuff you," Mr. Grimm added gratuitously.
+
+"Handcuff _me_?"
+
+"I shouldn't hesitate, your Highness, if it was necessary."
+
+After a moment Miss Thorne signified her readiness, and they started
+out. At the door Mr. Grimm stopped and turned back to the desk, as if
+struck by some sudden thought, leaving them together.
+
+"Oh, Miss Thorne left a message for some one," Mr. Grimm was saying to
+the clerk. "She's decided it is unnecessary." He turned and glanced
+toward her, and the clerk's eyes followed his. "Please give it to me."
+
+It was passed over without comment. It was a sealed envelope addressed
+to Mr. Charles Winthrop Rankin. Mr. Grimm glanced at the superscription,
+tore the envelope into bits and dropped it into a basket. A minute
+later he was assisting Miss Thorne and the prince into an automobile
+that was waiting in front. As the car moved away two other automobiles
+appeared from corners near-by and trailed along behind to the station.
+There a private compartment-car was in readiness for them.
+
+It was a long, dreary ride--a ride of utter silence save for the roar
+and clatter of the moving train. Mr. Grimm, vigilant, implacable, sat at
+ease; Miss Thorne, resigned to the inevitable, whatever it might be,
+studied the calm, quiet face from beneath drooping lids; and the prince,
+sullen, scowling, nervously wriggled in his seat. Philadelphia was
+passed, and Trenton, and then the dawn began to break through the night.
+It was quite light when they rolled into Jersey City.
+
+"I'm sorry for all the inconvenience I have caused," Mr. Grimm
+apologized to Miss Thorne as he assisted her to alight. "You must be
+exhausted."
+
+"If it were only that!" she replied, with a slight smile. "And is it
+too early to ask where we are going?"
+
+The prince turned quickly at the question.
+
+"We take the _Lusitania_ for Liverpool at ten o'clock," said Mr. Grimm
+obligingly. "Meanwhile let's get some coffee and a bite to eat."
+
+"Are you going to make the trip with us?" asked the prince.
+
+Mr. Grimm shrugged his shoulders.
+
+Weary and spiritless they went aboard the boat, and a little while later
+they steamed out into the stream and threaded their way down the bay.
+Miss Thorne stood at the rail gazing back upon the city they were
+leaving. Mr. Grimm stood beside her; the prince, still sullen, still
+scowling, sat a dozen feet away.
+
+"This is a wonderful thing you have done, Mr. Grimm," said Miss Thorne
+at last.
+
+"Thank you," he said simply. "It was a destructive thing that you
+intended to do. Did you ever see a more marvelous thing than that?" and
+he indicated the sky-line of New York. "It's the most marvelous bit of
+mechanism in the world; the dynamo of the western hemisphere. You would
+have destroyed it, because in the world-war that would have been the
+first point of attack."
+
+She raised her eyebrows, but was silent.
+
+"Somehow," he went on after a moment, "I could never associate a woman
+with destructiveness, with wars and with violence."
+
+"That is an unjust way of saying it," she interposed. And then,
+musingly: "Isn't it odd that you and I--standing here by the rail--have,
+in a way, held the destinies of the whole great earth in our hands? And
+now your remark makes me feel that you alone have stood for peace and
+the general good, and I for destruction and evil."
+
+"I didn't mean that," Mr. Grimm said quickly. "You have done your duty
+as you saw it, and--"
+
+"Failed!" she interrupted.
+
+"And I have done my duty as I saw it."
+
+"And won!" she added. She smiled a little sadly. "I think, perhaps you
+and I might have been excellent friends if it had not been for all
+this."
+
+"I know we should have," said Mr. Grimm, almost eagerly. "I wonder if
+you will ever forgive me for--for--?"
+
+"Forgive you?" she repeated. "There is nothing to forgive. One must do
+one's duty. But I wish it could have been otherwise."
+
+The Statue of Liberty slid by, and Governor's Island and Fort Hamilton;
+then, in the distance, Sandy Hook light came into view.
+
+"I'm going to leave you here," said Mr. Grimm, and for the first time
+there was a tense, strained note in his voice.
+
+Miss Thorne's blue-gray eyes had grown mistily thoughtful; the words
+startled her a little and she turned to face him.
+
+"It may be that you and I shall never meet again," Mr. Grimm went on.
+
+"We _will_ meet again," she said gravely. "When and where I don't know,
+but it will come."
+
+"And perhaps then we may be friends?" He was pleading now.
+
+"Why, we are friends now, aren't we?" she asked, and again the smile
+curled her scarlet lips. "Surely we are friends, aren't we?"
+
+"We are," he declared positively.
+
+As they started forward a revenue cutter which had been hovering about
+Sandy Hook put toward them, flying some signal at her masthead. Slowly
+the great boat on which they stood crept along, then the clang of a bell
+in the engine-room brought her to a standstill, and the revenue cutter
+came alongside.
+
+"I leave you here," Mr. Grimm said again. "It's good-by."
+
+"Good-by," she said softly. "Good-by, till we meet once more."
+
+She extended both hands impulsively and he stood for an instant staring
+into the limpid gray eyes, then, turning, went below. From the revenue
+cutter he waved a hand at her as the great _Lusitania_, moving again,
+sped on her way. The prince joined Miss Thorne at the rail. The scowl
+was still on his face.
+
+"And now what?" he demanded abruptly. "This man has treated us as if we
+were a pair of children."
+
+"He's a wonderful man," she replied.
+
+"That may be--but we have been fools to allow him to do all this."
+
+Miss Thorne turned flatly and faced him.
+
+"We are not beaten yet," she said slowly. "If all things go well we--we
+are not beaten yet."
+
+The _Lusitania_ was rounding Montauk Point when the wireless brought her
+to half-speed with a curt message:
+
+"Isabel Thorne and Pietro Petrozinni aboard _Lusitania_ wanted on
+warrants charging conspiracy. Tug-boat will take them off, intercepting
+you beyond Montauk Point.
+
+"CAMPBELL, Secret Service."
+
+"What does _that_ mean?" asked the prince, bewildered.
+
+"It means that the compact will be signed in Washington in spite of Mr.
+Grimm," and there was the glitter of triumph in her eyes. "With the aid
+of one of the maids in the depot at Jersey City I managed to get a
+telegram of explanation and instruction to De Foe in New York, and this
+is the result. He signed Mr. Campbell's name, I suppose, to give weight
+to the message."
+
+An hour later a tug-boat came alongside, and they went aboard.
+
+
+
+
+XX
+
+THE LIGHT IN THE DOME
+
+
+From where he sat, in a tiny alcove which jutted out and encroached upon
+the line of the sidewalk, Mr. Grimm looked down on Pennsylvania Avenue,
+the central thread of Washington, ever changing, always brilliant,
+splashed at regular intervals with light from high-flung electric arcs.
+The early theater crowd was in the street, well dressed, well fed,
+careless for the moment of all things save physical comfort and
+amusement; automobiles, carriages, cabs, cars flowed past endlessly; and
+yet Mr. Grimm saw naught of it. In the distance, at one end of the
+avenue the dome of the capitol cleft the shadows of night, and a single
+light sparkled at its apex; in the other direction, at the left of the
+treasury building which abruptly blocks the wide thoroughfare, were the
+shimmering windows of the White House.
+
+Motionless, moody, thoughtful, Mr. Grimm sat staring, staring straight
+ahead, comprehending none of these things which lay before him as in a
+panorama. Instead, his memory was conjuring up a pair of subtle,
+blue-gray eyes, now pleading, now coquettish, now frankly defiant; two
+slim, white, wonderful hands; the echo of a pleasant, throaty laugh; a
+splendid, elusive, radiant-haired phantom. Truly, a woman of mystery!
+Who was this Isabel Thorne who, for months past, had been the
+storm-center and directing mind of a vast international intrigue which
+threatened the world with war? Who, this remarkable young woman who with
+ease and assurance commanded ambassadors and played nations as pawns?
+
+Now that she was safely out of the country Mr. Grimm had leisure to
+speculate. Upon him had devolved the duty of blocking her plans, and he
+had done so--merciless alike of his own feeling and of hers. Hesitation
+or evasion had never occurred to him. It was a thing to be done, and he
+did it. He wondered if she had understood, there at the last beside the
+rail? He wondered if she knew the struggle it had cost him deliberately
+to send her out of his life? Or had even surmised that her expulsion
+from the country, by his direct act, was wholly lacking in the
+exaltation of triumph to him; that it struck deeper than that, below the
+listless, official exterior, into his personal happiness? And wondering,
+he knew that she _did_ understand.
+
+A silent shod waiter came and placed the coffee things at his elbow. He
+didn't heed. The waiter poured a demi-tasse, and inquiringly lifted a
+lump of sugar in the silver tongs. Still Mr. Grimm didn't heed. At last
+the waiter deposited the sugar on the edge of the fragile saucer, and
+moved away as silently as he had come. A newspaper which Mr. Grimm had
+placed on the end of the table when he sat down, rattled a little as a
+breeze from the open window caught it, then the top sheet slid off and
+fell to the floor. Mr. Grimm was still staring out the window.
+
+Slowly the room behind him was thinning of its crowd as the
+theater-bound diners went out in twos and threes. The last of these
+disappeared finally, and save for Mr. Grimm there were not more than a
+dozen persons left in the place. Thus for a few minutes, and then the
+swinging doors leading from the street clicked, and a gentleman entered.
+He glanced around, as if seeking a seat near a window, then moved along
+in Mr. Grimm's direction, between the rows of tables. His gaze lingered
+on Mr. Grimm for an instant, and when he came opposite he stooped and
+picked up the fallen newspaper sheet.
+
+"Your paper?" he inquired courteously.
+
+Mr. Grimm was still gazing dreamily out of the window.
+
+"I beg pardon," insisted the new-comer pleasantly. He folded the paper
+once and replaced it on the table. One hand lingered for just the
+fraction of a moment above Mr. Grimm's coffee-cup.
+
+Aroused by the remark, Mr. Grimm glanced around.
+
+"Oh, thank you," he apologized hastily. "I didn't hear you at first.
+Thank you."
+
+The new-comer nodded, smiled and passed on, taking a seat two or three
+tables down.
+
+Apparently this trifling courtesy had broken the spell of reverie, for
+Mr. Grimm squared around to the table again, drew his coffee-cup toward
+him, and dropped in the single lump of sugar. He idly stirred it for a
+moment, as his eyes turned again toward the open window, then he lifted
+the tiny cup and emptied it.
+
+Again he sat motionless for a long time, and thrice the new-comer, only
+a few feet away, glanced at him narrowly. And now, it seemed, a peculiar
+drowsiness was overtaking Mr. Grimm. Once he caught himself nodding and
+raised his head with a jerk. Then he noticed that the arc lights in the
+street were wobbling curiously, and he fell to wondering why that
+single flame sparkled at the apex of the capitol dome. Things around him
+grew hazy, vague, unreal, and then, as if realizing that something was
+the matter with him, he came to his feet.
+
+He took one step forward into the space between the tables, reeled,
+attempted to steady himself by holding on to a chair, then everything
+grew black about him, and he pitched forward on the floor. His face was
+dead white; his fingers moved a little, nervously, weakly, then they
+were still.
+
+Several people rose at the sound of the falling body, and the new-comer
+hurried forward. His coat sleeve caught the empty demi-tasse, as he
+stooped, and swept it to the floor, where it was shattered. The head
+waiter and another came, pell-mell, and those diners who had risen came
+more slowly.
+
+"What's the matter?" asked the head waiter anxiously.
+
+Already the new-comer was supporting Mr. Grimm on his knee, and
+flicking water in his face.
+
+"Nothing serious, I fancy," he answered shortly. "He's subject to these
+little attacks."
+
+"What are they? Who is he?"
+
+The stranger tore at Mr. Grimm's collar until it came loose, then he
+fell to chafing the still hands.
+
+"He is a Mr. Grimm, a government employee--I know him," he answered
+again. "I imagine it's nothing more serious than indigestion."
+
+A little knot had gathered about them, with offers of assistance.
+
+"Waiter, hadn't you better send for a physician?" some one suggested.
+
+"I'm a physician," the stranger put in impatiently. "Have some one call
+a cab, and I'll see that he's taken home. It happens that we live in the
+same apartment house, just a few blocks from here."
+
+Obedient to the crisply-spoken directions, a cab was called, and five
+minutes later Mr. Grimm, still insensible, was lifted into it. The
+stranger took a seat beside him, the cabby touched his horse with a
+whip, and the vehicle fell into the endless, moving line.
+
+
+
+
+XXI
+
+A SLIP OF PAPER
+
+
+When the light of returning consciousness finally pierced the black
+lethargy that enshrouded him, Mr. Grimm's mind was a chaos of vagrant,
+absurd fantasies; then slowly, slowly, realization struggled back to its
+own, and he came to know things. First was the knowledge that he was
+lying flat on his back, on a couch, it seemed; then, that he was in the
+dark--an utter, abject darkness. And finally came an overwhelming sense
+of silence.
+
+For a while he lay motionless, with not even the movement of an eye-lash
+to indicate consciousness, wrapped in a delicious languor. Gradually
+this passed and the feeble flutter of his heart grew into a steady,
+rhythmic beat. The keen brain was awakening; he was beginning to
+remember. What had happened? He knew only that in some manner a drug had
+been administered to him, a bitter dose tasting of opium; that
+speechlessly, he had fought against it, that he had risen from the table
+in the restaurant, and that he had fallen. All the rest was blank.
+
+With eyes still closed, and nerveless hands inert at his sides he
+listened, the while he turned the situation over in speculative mood.
+The waiter had administered the drug, of course, unless--unless it had
+been the courteous stranger who had replaced the newspaper on the table!
+That thought opened new fields of conjecture. Mr. Grimm had no
+recollection of ever having seen him before; and he had paid only the
+enforced attention of politeness to him. And why had the drug been
+administered? Vaguely, incoherently, Mr. Grimm imagined that in some way
+it had to do with the great international plot of war in which Miss
+Thorne was so delicate and vital an instrument.
+
+Where was he? Conjecture stopped there. Evidently he was where the
+courteous gentleman in the restaurant wanted him to be. A prisoner?
+Probably. In danger? Long, careful attention to detail work in the
+Secret Service had convinced Mr. Grimm that he was always in danger.
+That was one reason--and the best--why he had lain motionless, without
+so much as lifting a finger, since that first glimmer of consciousness
+had entered his brain. He was probably under scrutiny, even in the
+darkness, and for the present it was desirable to accommodate any chance
+watcher by remaining apparently unconscious.
+
+And so for a long time he lay, listening. Was there another person in
+the room? Mr. Grimm's ears were keenly alive for the inadvertent
+shuffling of a foot; or the sound of breathing. Nothing. Even the night
+roar of the city was missing; the silence was oppressive. At last he
+opened his eyes. A pall of gloom encompassed him--a pall without one
+rift of light. His fingers, moving slowly, explored the limits of the
+couch whereon he lay.
+
+Confident, at last, that wherever he was, he was unwatched, Mr. Grimm
+was on the point of concluding that further inaction was useless, when
+his straining ears caught the faint grating of metal against
+metal--perhaps the insertion of a key in the lock. His hands grew still;
+his eyes closed. And after a moment a door creaked slightly on its
+hinges, and a breath of cool air informed Mr. Grimm that that open door,
+wherever it was, led to the outside, and freedom.
+
+There was another faint creaking as the door was shut. Mr. Grimm's
+nerveless hands closed involuntarily, and his lips were set together
+tightly. Was it to be a knife thrust in the dark? If not--then what? He
+expected the flare of a match; instead there was a soft tread, and the
+rustle of skirts. A woman! Mr. Grimm's caution was all but forgotten in
+his surprise. As the steps drew nearer his clenched fingers loosened; he
+waited.
+
+Two hands stretched forward in the dark, touched him
+simultaneously--one on the face, one on the breast. A singular thrill
+shot through him, but there was not the flicker of an eye or the
+twitching of a finger. The woman--it _was_ a woman--seemed now to be
+bending over him, then he heard her drop on her knees beside him, and
+she pressed an inquiring ear to his left side. It was the heart test.
+
+"Thank God!" she breathed softly.
+
+It was only by a masterful effort that Mr. Grimm held himself limp and
+inert, for a strange fragrance was enveloping him--a fragrance he well
+knew.
+
+The hands were fumbling at his breast again, and there was the sharp
+crackle of paper. At first he didn't understand, then he knew that the
+woman had pinned a paper to the lapel of his coat. Finally she
+straightened up, and took two steps away from him, after which came a
+pause. His keenly attuned ears caught her faint breathing, then the
+rustle of her skirts as she turned back. She was leaning over him
+again--her lips touched his forehead, barely; again there was a quick
+rustling of skirts, the door creaked, and--silence, deep, oppressive,
+overwhelming silence.
+
+Isabel! Was he dreaming? And then he ceased wondering and fell to
+remembering her kiss--light as air--and the softly spoken "Thank God!"
+She did care, then! She _had_ understood, that day!
+
+The kiss of a woman beloved is a splendid heart tonic. Mr. Grimm
+straightened up suddenly on the couch, himself again. He touched the
+slip of paper which she had pinned to his coat to make sure it was not
+all a dream, after which he recalled the fact that while he had heard
+the door creak before she went out he had not heard it creak afterward.
+Therefore, the door was open. She had left it open. Purposely? That was
+beside the question at the moment.
+
+And why--how--was she in Washington? Pondering that question, Mr.
+Grimm's excellent teeth clicked sharply together and he rose. He knew
+the answer. The compact was to be signed--the alliance which would array
+the civilized world in arms. He had failed to block that, as he thought.
+If Miss Thorne had returned, then Prince Benedetto d'Abruzzi, who held
+absolute power to sign the compact for Italy, France and Spain, had also
+returned.
+
+Stealthily, feeling his way as he went, Mr. Grimm moved toward the door
+leading to freedom, guided by the fresh draft of air. He reached the
+door--it was standing open--and a moment later stepped out into the
+star-lit night. It was open country here, with a thread of white road
+just ahead, and farther along a fringe of shrubbery. Mr. Grimm reached
+the road. Far down it, a pin point in the night, a light flickered
+through interlacing branches. The tail lamp of an automobile, of course!
+
+Mr. Grimm left the road and skirted a sparse hedge in the direction of
+the light. After a moment he heard the engine of an automobile, and saw
+a woman--barely discernible--step into the car. As it started forward he
+staked everything on one bold move, and won, his reward being a narrow
+sitting space in the rear of the car, hidden from its occupants by the
+tonneau. One mile, two miles, three miles they charged through the
+night, and still he clung on. At last there came relief.
+
+"That's the place, where the lights are--just ahead."
+
+There was no mistaking that voice raised above the clamor of the engine.
+The car slackened speed, and Mr. Grimm dropped off and darted behind
+some convenient bushes. And the first thing he did there was to light a
+match, and read what was written on the slip of paper pinned to his
+coat. It was, simply:
+
+"My Dear Mr. Grimm:
+
+"By the time you read this the compact will have been signed, and your
+efforts to prevent it, splendid as they were, futile. It is a tribute to
+you that it was unanimously agreed that you must be accounted for at
+the time of the signing, hence the drugging in the restaurant; it was
+only an act of kindness that I should come here to see that all was well
+with you, and leave the door open behind me.
+
+"Believe me when I say that you are one man in whom I have never been
+disappointed. Accept this as my farewell, for now I assume again the
+name and position rightfully mine. And know, too, that I shall always
+cherish the belief that you will remember me as
+
+"Your friend,
+
+"ISABEL THORNE.
+
+"P. S. The prince and I left the steamer at Montauk Point, on a
+tug-boat."
+
+Mr. Grimm kissed the note twice, then burned it.
+
+
+
+
+XXII
+
+THE COMPACT
+
+
+A room, low-ceilinged, dim, gloomy, sinister as an inquisition chamber;
+a single large table in the center, holding a kerosene lamp, writing
+materials and a metal spheroid a shade larger than a one-pound shell;
+and around it a semicircle of silent, masked and cowled figures. There
+were twelve of them, eleven men and a woman. In the shadows, which grew
+denser at the far end of the room, was a squat, globular object, a
+massive, smooth-sided, black, threatening thing of iron.
+
+One of the men glanced at his watch--it was just two o'clock--then rose
+and took a position beside the table, facing the semicircle. He placed
+the timepiece on the table in front of him.
+
+"Gentlemen," he said, and there was the faintest trace of a foreign
+accent, "I shall speak English because I know that whatever your
+nationality all of you are familiar with that tongue. And now an apology
+for the theatric aspect of all this--the masks, the time and place of
+meeting, and the rest of it." He paused a moment. "There is only one
+person living who knows the name and position of all of you," and by a
+sweep of his hand he indicated the motionless figure of the woman. "It
+was by her decision that masks are worn, for, while we all know the
+details of the Latin compact, there is a bare chance that some one will
+not sign, and it is not desirable that the identity of that person be
+known to all of us. The reason for the selection of this time and place
+is obvious, for an inkling of the proposed signing has reached the
+Secret Service. I will add the United States was chosen as the
+birthplace of this new epoch in history for several reasons, one being
+the proximity to Central and South America; and another the inadequate
+police system which enables greater freedom of action."
+
+He stopped and drew from his pocket a folded parchment. He tapped the
+tips of his fingers with it from time to time as he talked.
+
+"The Latin compact, gentlemen, is not the dream, of a night, nor of a
+decade. As long as fifty years ago it was suggested, and whatever
+differences the Latin countries of the world have had among themselves,
+they have always realized that ultimately they must stand together
+against--against the other nations of the world. This idea germinated
+into action three years ago, and since that time agents have covered the
+world in its interest. This meeting is the fruition of all that work,
+and this," he held the parchment aloft, "is the instrument that will
+unite us. Never has a diplomatic secret been kept as this has been kept;
+never has a greater reprisal been planned. It means, gentlemen, the
+domination of the world--socially, spiritually, commercially and
+artistically; it means that England and the United States, whose sphere
+of influence has extended around the globe, will be beaten back, that
+the flag of the Latin countries will wave again over lost possessions.
+It means all of that, and more."
+
+His voice had risen as he talked until it had grown vibrant with
+enthusiasm; and his hands pointed his remarks with quick, sharp
+gestures.
+
+"All this," he went on, "was never possible until three years ago, when
+the navies of the world were given over into the hands of one nation--my
+country. Five years ago a fellow-countryman of mine happened to be
+present at an electrical exhibition in New York City, and there he
+witnessed an interesting experiment--practical demonstration of the fact
+that a submarine mine may be exploded by the use of the Marconi wireless
+system. He was a practical electrician himself, and the idea lingered in
+his mind. For two years he experimented, and finally this resulted." He
+picked up the metal spheroid and held it out for their inspection. "As
+it stands it is absolutely perfect and gives a world's supremacy to the
+Latin countries because it places all the navies of the world at our
+mercy. It is a variation of the well-known percussion cap or fuse by
+which mines and torpedoes are exploded.
+
+"The theory of it is simple, as are the theories of all great
+inventions; the secret of its construction is known only to its
+inventor--a man of whom you never heard. It is merely that the mechanism
+of the cap is so delicate that the Marconi wireless waves--and _only_
+those--will fire the cap. In other words, this cap is tuned, if I may
+use the word, to a certain number of vibrations and half-vibrations; a
+wireless instrument of high power, with a modifying addition which the
+inventor has added, has only to be set in motion to discharge it at any
+distance up to twenty-five miles. High power wireless waves recognize no
+obstacle, so the explosion of a submarine mine is as easily brought
+about as would be the explosion of a mine on dry land. You will readily
+see its value as a protective agency for our seaports."
+
+He replaced the spheroid on the table.
+
+"But its chief value is not in that," he resumed. "Its chief value to
+the Latin compact, gentlemen, is that the United States and England are
+now concluding negotiations, unknown to each other, by which _they_ will
+protect _their_ seaports by means of mines primed with this cap. The
+tuning of the caps which we will use is known only to us; _the tuning of
+the caps which they will use is also known to us_! The addition to the
+wireless apparatus which they will use is such that they _can not_, even
+by accident, explode a mine guarding our seaports; but, on the other
+hand, the addition to the wireless apparatus which _we_ will use permits
+of the extreme high charge which will explode their mines. To make it
+clearer, we could send a navy against such a city as New York or
+Liverpool, and explode every mine in front of us as we went; and
+meanwhile our mines are impervious.
+
+"Another word, and I have finished. Five gentlemen, whom I imagine are
+present now, have witnessed a test of this cap, by direct command of
+their home governments. For the benefit of the others of you a simple
+test has been arranged for to-night. This cap on the table is charged;
+its inventor is at his wireless instrument, fifteen miles away. At three
+o'clock he will turn on the current that will explode it." Four of the
+eleven men looked at their watches. "It is now seventeen minutes past
+two. I am instructed, for the purposes of the test, to place this cap
+anywhere you may select--in this house or outside of it, in a box,
+sealed, or under water. The purpose is merely to demonstrate its
+efficacy; to prove to your complete satisfaction that it can be exploded
+under practically any conditions."
+
+His entire manner underwent a change; he drew a chair up to the table,
+and stood for an instant with his hand resting on the back.
+
+"The compact is written in three languages--English, French and
+Italian. I shall ask you to sign, after reading either or all, precisely
+as the directions you have received from your home government instruct.
+On behalf of the three greatest Latin countries, as special envoy of
+each, I will sign first."
+
+He dropped into the chair, signed each of the three parchment pages
+three times, then rose and offered the pen to the cowled figure at one
+end of the semicircle. The man came forward, read the English
+transcript, studied the three signatures already there with a certain
+air of surprise, then signed. The second man signed, the third man, and
+the fourth.
+
+The fifth had just risen to go forward when the door opened silently and
+Mr. Grimm entered. Without a glance either to right or left, he went
+straight toward the table, and extended a hand to take the compact.
+
+For an instant there had come amazement, a dumb astonishment, at the
+intrusion. It passed, and the hand of the man who had done the talking
+darted out, seized the compact, and held it behind him.
+
+"If you will be good enough to give that to me, your Highness,"
+suggested Mr. Grimm quietly.
+
+For half a minute the masked man stared straight into the listless eyes
+of the intruder, and then:
+
+"Mr. Grimm, you are in very grave danger."
+
+"That is beside the question," was the reply. "Be good enough to give me
+that document."
+
+He backed away as he spoke, kicked the door closed with one heel, then
+leaned against it, facing them.
+
+"Or better yet," he went on after a moment, "burn it. There is a lamp in
+front of you." He paused for an answer. "It would be absurd of me to
+attempt to take it by force," he added.
+
+
+
+
+XXIII
+
+THE PERCUSSION CAP
+
+
+There was a long, tense silence. The cowled figures had risen ominously;
+Miss Thorne paled behind her mask, and her fingers gripped her palms
+fiercely, still she sat motionless. Prince d'Abruzzi broke the silence.
+He seemed perfectly calm and self-possessed.
+
+"How did you get in?" he demanded.
+
+"Throttled your guard at the front door, took him down cellar and locked
+him in the coal-bin," replied Mr. Grimm tersely. "I am waiting for you
+to burn it."
+
+"And how did you escape from--from the other place?"
+
+Mr. Grimm shrugged his shoulders.
+
+"The lamp is in front of you," he said.
+
+"And find your way here?" the prince pursued.
+
+Again Mr. Grimm shrugged his shoulders. For an instant longer the prince
+gazed straight into his inscrutable face, then turned accusing eyes on
+the masked figures about him.
+
+"Is there a traitor?" he demanded suddenly. His gaze settled on Miss
+Thorne and lingered there.
+
+"I can relieve your mind on that point--there is not," Mr. Grimm assured
+him. "Just a final word, your Highness, if you will permit me. I have
+heard everything that has been said here for the last fifteen minutes.
+The details of your percussion cap are interesting. I shall lay them
+before my government and my government may take it upon itself to lay
+them before the British government. You yourself said a few minutes ago
+that this compact was not possible before this cap was invented and
+perfected. It isn't possible the minute my government is warned against
+its use. That will be my first duty."
+
+"You are giving some very excellent reasons, Mr. Grimm," was the
+deliberate reply, "why you should not be permitted to leave this room
+alive."
+
+"Further," Mr. Grimm resumed in the same tone, "I have been ordered to
+prevent the signing of that compact, at least in this country. It seems
+that I am barely in time. If it is signed--and it will be useless now on
+your own statement unless you murder me--every man who signs it will
+have to reckon with the highest power of this country. Will you destroy
+it? I don't want to know what countries already stand committed by the
+signatures there."
+
+"I will not," was the steady response. And then, after a little: "Mr.
+Grimm, the inventor of this little cap, insignificant as it seems, will
+receive millions for it. Your silence would be worth--just how much?"
+
+Mr. Grimm's face turned red, then white again.
+
+"Which would you prefer? An independence by virtue of a great fortune,
+or--or the other thing?"
+
+Suddenly Miss Thorne tore the mask from her face and came forward. Her
+cheeks were scarlet, and anger flamed in the blue-gray eyes.
+
+"Mr. Grimm has no price--I happen to know that," she declared hotly.
+"Neither money nor a consideration for his own personal safety will make
+him turn traitor." She stared coldly into the prince's eyes. "And we are
+not assassins here," she added.
+
+"Miss Thorne has stated the matter fairly, I believe, your Highness,"
+and Mr. Grimm permitted his eyes to linger a moment on the flushed face
+of this woman who, in a way, was defending him. "But there is only one
+thing to do, Miss Thorne." He was talking to her now. "There is no
+middle course. It is a problem that has only one possible answer--the
+destruction of that document, and the departure of you, and you, your
+Highness, for Italy under my personal care all the way. I imagined this
+matter had ended that day on the steamer; it _will_ end here, now,
+to-night."
+
+The prince glanced again at his watch, then thoughtfully weighed the
+percussion cap in his hand, after which, with a curious laugh, he walked
+over to the squat iron globe in an opposite corner of the room. He bent
+over it half a minute, then straightened up.
+
+"That cap, Mr. Grimm, has one disadvantage," he remarked casually. "When
+it is attached to a mine or torpedo it can not be disconnected without
+firing it. It is attached." He turned to the others. "It is needless to
+discuss the matter further just now. If you will follow me? We will
+leave Mr. Grimm here."
+
+With a strange little cry, neither anger nor anguish, yet oddly
+partaking of the quality of each, Isabel went quickly to the prince.
+
+"How dare you do such a thing?" she demanded fiercely. "It is murder."
+
+"This is not a time, Miss Thorne, for your interference," replied the
+prince coldly. "It has all passed beyond the point where the feelings
+of any one person, even the feelings of the woman who has engineered the
+compact, can be considered. A single life can not be permitted to stand
+in the way of the consummation of this world project. Mr. Grimm alive
+means the compact would be useless, if not impossible; Mr. Grimm dead
+means the fruition of all our plans and hopes. You have done your duty
+and you have done it well; but now your authority ends, and I, the
+special envoy of--"
+
+"Just a moment, please," Mr. Grimm interrupted courteously. "As I
+understand it, your Highness, the mine there in the corner is charged?"
+
+"Yes. It just happened to be here for purposes of experiment."
+
+"The cap is attached?"
+
+"Quite right." The prince laughed.
+
+"And at three o'clock, by your watch, the mine will be fired by a
+wireless operator fifteen miles from here?"
+
+"Something like that; yes, very much like that," assented the prince.
+
+"Thank you. I merely wanted to understand it." Mr. Grimm pulled a chair
+up against the door and sat down, crossing his legs. On his knees rested
+the barrel of a revolver, glittering, fascinating, in the semi-darkness.
+"Now, gentlemen," and he glanced at his watch, "it's twenty-one minutes
+of three o'clock. At three that mine will explode. We will all be in the
+room when it happens, unless his Highness sees fit to destroy the
+compact."
+
+Eyes sought eyes, and the prince removed his mask with a sudden gesture.
+His face was bloodless.
+
+"If any man," and Mr. Grimm gave Miss Thorne a quick glance, "I should
+say, _any person_, attempts to leave this room I _know_ he will die; and
+there's a bare chance that the percussion cap will fail to work. I can
+account for six of you, if there is a rush."
+
+"But, man, if that mine explodes we shall all be killed--blown to
+pieces!" burst from one of the cowled figures.
+
+"If the percussion cap works," supplemented Mr. Grimm.
+
+Mingled emotions struggled in the flushed face of Isabel as she studied
+Mr. Grimm's impassive countenance.
+
+"I have never disappointed you yet, Miss Thorne," he remarked as if it
+were an explanation. "I shall not now."
+
+She turned to the prince.
+
+"Your Highness, I think it needless to argue further," she said. "We
+have no choice in the matter; there is only one course--destroy the
+compact."
+
+"No!" was the curt answer.
+
+"I believe I know Mr. Grimm better than you do," she argued. "You think
+he will weaken; I know he will not. I am not arguing for him, nor for
+myself; I am arguing against the frightful loss that will come here in
+this room if the compact is not destroyed."
+
+[Illustration: "You think he will weaken; I know he will not."]
+
+"It's absurd to let one man stand in the way," declared the prince
+angrily.
+
+"It might not be an impertinent question, your Highness," commented Mr.
+Grimm, "for me to ask how you are going to _prevent_ one man standing in
+the way?"
+
+A quick change came over Miss Thorne's face. The eyes hardened, the lips
+were set, and lines Mr. Grimm had never seen appeared about the mouth.
+Here, in a flash, the cloak of dissimulation was cast aside, and the
+woman stood forth, this keen, brilliant, determined woman who did
+things.
+
+"The compact will be destroyed," she said.
+
+"No," declared the prince.
+
+"It _must_ be destroyed."
+
+"_Must? Must?_ Do you say _must to me?_"
+
+"Yes, _must_," she repeated steadily.
+
+"And by what authority, please, do--"
+
+"By that authority!" She drew a tiny, filigreed gold box from her bosom
+and cast it upon the table; the prince stared at it. "In the name of
+your sovereign--_must_!" she said again.
+
+The prince turned away and began pacing, back and forth across the room
+with the parchment crumpled in his hand. For a minute or more Isabel
+stood watching him.
+
+"Thirteen minutes!" Mr. Grimm announced coldly.
+
+And now broke out an excited chatter, a babel of French, English,
+Italian, Spanish; those masked and cowled ones who had held silence for
+so long all began talking at once. One of them snatched at the crumpled
+compact in the prince's hand, while all crowded around him arguing. Mr.
+Grimm sat perfectly still with the revolver barrel resting on his knees.
+
+"Eleven minutes!" he announced again.
+
+Suddenly the prince turned violently on Miss Thorne with rage-distorted
+face.
+
+"Do you know what it means to you if I do as you say?" he demanded
+savagely. "It means you will be branded as traitor, that your name,
+your property--"
+
+"If you will pardon me, your Highness," she interrupted, "the power that
+I have used was given to me to use; I have used it. It is a matter to be
+settled between me and my government, and as far as it affects my person
+is of no consequence now. You will destroy the compact."
+
+"Nine minutes!" said Mr. Grimm monotonously.
+
+Again the babel broke out.
+
+"Do we understand that you want to see the compact?" one of the cowled
+men asked suddenly of Mr. Grimm as he turned.
+
+"No, I don't want to see it. I'd prefer not to see it."
+
+With hatred blazing in his eyes the prince made his way toward the lamp,
+holding a parchment toward the blaze.
+
+"There's nothing else to be done," he exclaimed savagely.
+
+"Just a moment, please," Mr. Grimm interposed quickly. "Miss Thorne, is
+that the compact?"
+
+She glanced at it, nodded her head, and then the flame caught the
+fringed edge of paper. It crackled, flashed, flamed, and at last, a
+thing of ashes, was scattered on the floor. Mr. Grimm rose.
+
+"That is all, gentlemen," he announced courteously. "You are free to go.
+You, your Highness, and Miss Thorne, will accompany me."
+
+He held open the door and there was almost a scramble to get out. The
+prince and Miss Thorne waited until the last.
+
+"And, Miss Thorne, if you will give us a lift in your car?" Mr. Grimm
+suggested. "It is now four minutes of three."
+
+The automobile came in answer to a signal and the three in silence
+entered it. The car trembled and had just begun to move when Mr. Grimm
+remembered something, and leaped out.
+
+"Wait for me!" he called. "There's a man locked in the coal-bin!"
+
+He disappeared into the house, and Miss Thorne, with a gasp of horror
+sank back in her seat with face like chalk. The prince glanced uneasily
+at his watch, then spoke curtly to the chauffeur.
+
+"Run the car up out of danger; there'll be an explosion there in a
+moment."
+
+They had gone perhaps a hundred feet when the building they had just
+left seemed to be lifted bodily from the ground by a great spurt of
+flame which tore through its center, then collapsed like a thing of
+cards. The prince, unmoved, glanced around at Miss Thorne; she lay in a
+dead faint beside him.
+
+"Go ahead," he commanded. "Baltimore."
+
+
+
+
+XXIV
+
+THE PERSONAL EQUATION
+
+
+Mr. Campbell ceased talking and the deep earnestness that had settled on
+his face passed, leaving instead the blank, inscrutable mask of
+benevolence behind which his clock-like genius was habitually hidden.
+The choleric blue eyes of the president of the United States shifted
+inquiringly to the thoughtful countenance of the secretary of state at
+his right, thence along the table around which the official family was
+gathered. It was a special meeting of the cabinet called at the
+suggestion of Chief Campbell, and for more than an hour he had done the
+talking. There had been no interruption.
+
+"So much!" he concluded, at last. "If there is any point I have not made
+clear Mr. Grimm is here to explain it in person."
+
+Mr. Grimm rose at the mention of his name and stood with his hands
+clasped behind his back. His eyes met those of the chief executive
+listlessly.
+
+"We understand, Mr. Grimm," the president began, and he paused for an
+instant to regard the tall, clean-cut young man with a certain
+admiration, "we understand that there does not actually exist such a
+thing as a Latin compact against the English-speaking peoples?"
+
+"On paper, no," was the reply.
+
+"You personally prevented the signing of the compact?"
+
+"I personally caused the destruction of the compact after several
+signatures had been attached," Mr. Grimm amended. "Throughout I have
+acted under the direction of Mr. Campbell, of course."
+
+"You were in very grave personal danger?" the president went on.
+
+"It was of no consequence," said Mr. Grimm simply.
+
+The president glanced at Mr. Campbell and the chief shrugged his
+shoulders.
+
+"You are certain, Mr. Grimm," and the president spoke with great
+deliberation, "you are certain that the representatives of the Latin
+countries have not met since and signed the compact?"
+
+"I am not certain--no," replied Mr. Grimm promptly. "I am certain,
+however, that the backbone of the alliance was broken--its only excuse
+for existence destroyed--when they permitted me to learn of the wireless
+percussion cap which would have placed the navies of the world at their
+mercy. Believe me, gentlemen, if they had kept their secret it would
+have given them dominion of the earth. They made one mistake," he added
+in a most matter-of-fact tone. "They should have killed me; it was their
+only chance."
+
+The president seemed a little startled at the suggestion.
+
+"That would have been murder," he remarked.
+
+"True," Mr. Grimm acquiesced, "but it seems an absurd thing that they
+should have permitted the life of one man to stand between them and the
+world power for which they had so long planned and schemed. His
+Highness, Prince Benedetto d'Abruzzi believed as I do, and so expressed
+himself." He paused a moment; there was a hint of surprise in his
+manner. "I expected to be killed, of course. It seemed to me the only
+thing that could happen."
+
+"They must have known of the far-reaching consequences which would
+follow upon your escape, Mr. Grimm. Why _didn't_ they kill you?"
+
+Mr. Grimm made a little gesture with both hands and was silent.
+
+"May they not yet attempt it?" the president insisted.
+
+"It's too late now," Mr. Grimm explained. "They had everything to gain
+by killing me there as I stood in the room where I had interrupted the
+signing of the compact, because that would have been before I had placed
+the facts in the hands of my government. I was the only person outside
+of their circle who knew all of them. Only the basest motive could
+inspire them to attempt my life now."
+
+There was a pause. The secretary of state glanced from Mr. Grimm to Mr.
+Campbell with a question in his deep-set eyes.
+
+"Do I understand that you placed a Miss Thorne and the prince
+under--that is, you detained them?" he queried. "If so, where are they
+now?"
+
+"I don't know," was the reply. "Just before the explosion the three of
+us entered an automobile together, and then as we were starting away I
+remembered something which made it necessary for me to reenter the
+house. When I came out again, just a few seconds before the explosion,
+the prince and Miss Thorne had gone."
+
+The secretary's lips curled down in disapproval.
+
+"Wasn't it rather unusual, to put it mildly, to leave your prisoners to
+their own devices that way?" he asked.
+
+"Well, yes," Mr. Grimm admitted. "But the circumstances were unusual.
+When I entered the house I had locked a man in the cellar. I had to go
+back to save his life, otherwise--"
+
+"Oh, the guard at the door, you mean?" came the interruption. "Who was
+it?"
+
+Mr. Grimm glanced at his chief, who nodded.
+
+"It was Mr. Charles Winthrop Rankin of the German embassy," said the
+young man.
+
+"Mr. Rankin of the German embassy was on guard at the door?" demanded
+the president quickly.
+
+"Yes. We got out safely."
+
+"And that means that Germany was--!"
+
+The president paused and startled glances passed around the table. After
+a moment of deep abstraction the secretary went on:
+
+"So Miss Thorne and the prince escaped. Are they still in this country?"
+
+"That I don't know," replied Mr. Grimm. He stood silent a moment,
+staring at the president. Some subtle change crept into the listless
+eyes, and his lips were set. "Perhaps I had better explain here that the
+personal equation enters largely into an affair of this kind," he said
+at last, slowly. "It happens that it entered into this. Unless I am
+ordered to pursue the matter further I think it would be best for all
+concerned to accept the fact of Miss Thorne's escape, and--" He stopped.
+
+There was a long, thoughtful silence. Every man in the room was studying
+Mr. Grimm's impassive face.
+
+"Personal equation," mused the president. "Just how, Mr. Grimm, does the
+personal equation enter into the affair?"
+
+The young man's lips closed tightly, and then:
+
+"There are some people, Mr. President, whom we meet frankly as enemies,
+and we deal with them accordingly; and there are others who oppose us
+and yet are not enemies. It is merely that our paths of duty cross. We
+may have the greatest respect for them and they for us, but purposes are
+unalterably different. In other words there is a personal enmity and a
+political enmity. You, for instance, might be a close personal friend of
+the man whom you defeated for president. There might"--he stopped
+suddenly.
+
+"Go on," urged the president.
+
+"I think every man meets once in his life an individual with whom he
+would like to reckon personally," the young man continued. "That
+reckoning may not be a severe one; it may be less severe than the law
+would provide; but it would be a personal reckoning. There is one
+individual in this affair with whom I should like to reckon, hence the
+personal equation enters very largely into the case."
+
+For a little while the silence of the room was unbroken, save for the
+steady tick-tock of a great clock in one corner. Mr. Grimm's eyes were
+fixed unwaveringly upon those of the chief executive. At last the
+secretary of war crumpled a sheet of paper impatiently and hitched his
+chair up to the table.
+
+"Coming down to the facts it's like this, isn't it?" he demanded
+briskly. "The Latin countries, by an invention of their own which the
+United States and England were to be duped into purchasing, would have
+had power to explode every submarine mine before attacking a port? Very
+well. This thing, of course, would have given them the freedom of the
+seas as long as we were unable to explode their submarines as they were
+able to explode ours. And this is the condition which made the Latin
+compact possible, isn't it?"
+
+He looked straight at Mr. Grimm, who nodded.
+
+"Therefore," he went on, "if the Latin compact is not a reality on
+paper; if the United States and England do not purchase this--this
+wireless percussion cap, we are right back where we were before it all
+happened, aren't we? Every possible danger from that direction has
+passed, hasn't it? The world-war of which we have been talking is
+rendered impossible, isn't it?"
+
+"That's a question," answered Mr. Grimm. "If you will pardon me for
+suggesting it, I would venture to say that as long as there is an
+invention of that importance in the hands of nations whom we now know
+have been conspiring against us for fifty years, there is always danger.
+It seems to me, if you will pardon me again, that for the sake of peace
+we must either get complete control of that invention or else understand
+it so well that there can be no further danger. And again, please let me
+call your attention to the fact that the brain which brought this thing
+into existence is still to be reckoned with. There may, some day, come a
+time when our submarines may be exploded at will regardless of this
+percussion cap."
+
+The secretary of war turned flatly upon Chief Campbell.
+
+"This woman who is mixed up in this affair?" he demanded. "This Miss
+Thorne. Who is she?"
+
+"Who is she?" repeated the chief. "She's a secret agent of Italy, one of
+the most brilliant, perhaps, that has ever operated in this or any other
+country. She is the pivot around which the intrigue moved. We know her
+by a dozen names; any one of them may be correct."
+
+The brows of the secretary of war were drawn down in thought as he
+turned to the president.
+
+"Mr. Grimm was speaking of the personal equation," he remarked
+pointedly. "I think perhaps his meaning is clear when we know there is a
+woman in the case. We know that Mr. Grimm has done his duty to the last
+inch in this matter; we know that alone and unaided, practically, he has
+done a thing that no living man of his relative position has ever done
+before--prevented a world-war. But there is further danger--he himself
+has called our attention to it--therefore, I would suggest that Mr.
+Grimm be relieved of further duty in this particular case. This is not a
+moment when the peace of the world may be imperiled by personal feelings
+of--of kindliness for an individual."
+
+Mr. Grimm received the blow without a tremor. His hands were still idly
+clasped behind his back; the eyes fastened upon the president's face
+were still listless; the mouth absolutely without expression.
+
+"As Mr. Grimm has pointed out," the secretary went on, "we have been
+negotiating for this wireless percussion cap. I have somewhere in my
+office the name and address of the individual with whom these
+negotiations have been conducted. Through that it is possible to reach
+the inventor, and then--! I suggest that we vote our thanks to Mr. Grimm
+and relieve him of this particular case."
+
+The choleric eyes of the president softened a little, and grew grave as
+they studied the impassive face of the young man.
+
+"It's a strange situation, Mr. Grimm," he said evenly. "What do you say
+to withdrawing?"
+
+"I am at your orders, Mr. President," was the reply.
+
+"No one knows better what you have done than the gentlemen here at this
+table," the president went on slowly. "No one questions that you have
+done more than any other man could have done under the circumstances. We
+understand, I think, that indirectly you are asking immunity for an
+individual. I don't happen to know the liability of that individual
+under our law, but we can't make any mistake now, Mr. Grimm, and so--and
+so--" He stopped and was silent.
+
+"I had hoped, Mr. President, that what I have done so far--and I don't
+underestimate it--would have, at least, earned for me the privilege of
+remaining in this case until its conclusion," said Mr. Grimm steadily.
+"If it is to be otherwise, of course I am at--"
+
+"History tells us, Mr. Grimm," interrupted the president irrelevantly,
+"that the frou-frou of a woman's skirt has changed the map of the world.
+Do you believe," he went on suddenly, "that a man can mete out justice
+fairly, severely if necessary, to one for whom he has a personal
+regard?"
+
+"I do, sir."
+
+"Perhaps even to one--to a woman whom he might love?"
+
+"I do, sir."
+
+The president rose.
+
+"Please wait in the anteroom for a few minutes," he directed.
+
+Mr. Grimm bowed himself out. At the end of half an hour he was again
+summoned into the cabinet chamber. The president met him with
+outstretched hand. There was more than mere perfunctory thanks in
+this--there was the understanding of man and man.
+
+"You will proceed with the case to the end, Mr. Grimm," he instructed
+abruptly. "If you need assistance ask for it; if not, proceed alone.
+You will rely upon your own judgment entirely. If there are
+circumstances which make it inadvisable to move against an individual by
+legal process, even if that individual is amenable to our laws, you are
+not constrained so to do if your judgment is against it. There is one
+stipulation: You will either secure the complete rights of the wireless
+percussion cap to this government or learn the secret of the invention
+so that at no future time can we be endangered by it."
+
+"Thank you," said Mr. Grimm quietly. "I understand."
+
+"I may add that it is a matter of deep regret to me," and the president
+brought one vigorous hand down on the young man's shoulder, "that our
+government has so few men of your type in its service. Good day."
+
+
+
+
+XXV
+
+WE TWO
+
+
+Mr. Grimm turned from Pennsylvania Avenue into a cross street, walked
+along half a block or so, climbed a short flight of stairs and entered
+an office.
+
+"Is Mr. Howard in?" he queried of a boy in attendance.
+
+"Name, please."
+
+Mr. Grimm handed over a sealed envelope which bore the official imprint
+of the Department of War in the upper left hand corner; and the boy
+disappeared into a room beyond. A moment later he emerged and held open
+the door for Mr. Grimm. A gentleman--Mr. Howard--rose from his seat and
+stared at him as he entered.
+
+"This note, Mr. Grimm, is surprising," he remarked.
+
+"It is only a request from the secretary of war that I be permitted to
+meet the inventor of the wireless percussion cap," Mr. Grimm explained
+carelessly. "The negotiations have reached a point where the War
+Department must have one or two questions answered directly by the
+inventor. Simple enough, you see."
+
+"But it has been understood, and I have personally impressed it upon the
+secretary of war that such a meeting is impossible," objected Mr.
+Howard. "All negotiations have been conducted through me, and I have, as
+attorney for the inventor, the right to answer any question that may
+properly be answered. This now is a request for a personal interview
+with the inventor."
+
+"The necessity for such an interview has risen unexpectedly, because of
+a pressing need of either closing the deal or allowing it to drop," Mr.
+Grimm stated. "I may add that the success of the deal depends entirely
+on this interview."
+
+Mr. Howard was leaning forward in his chair with wrinkled brow intently
+studying the calm face of the young man. Innocent himself of all the
+intrigue and international chicanery back of the affair, representing
+only an individual in these secret negotiations, he saw in the
+statement, as Mr. Grimm intended that he should, the possible climax of
+a great business contract. His greed was aroused; it might mean hundreds
+of thousands of dollars to him.
+
+"Do you think the deal can be made?" he asked at last.
+
+"I have no doubt there will be some sort of a deal," replied Mr. Grimm.
+"As I say, however, it is absolutely dependent on an interview between
+the inventor and myself at once--this afternoon."
+
+Mr. Howard thoughtfully drummed on his desk for a little while. From the
+first, save in so far as the patent rights were concerned, he had seen
+no reasons for the obligations of utter secrecy which had been enforced
+upon him. Perhaps, if he laid it before the inventor in this new light,
+with the deal practically closed, the interview would be possible!
+
+"I have no choice in the matter, Mr. Grimm," he said at last. "I shall
+have to put it to my client, of course. Can you give me, say, half an
+hour to communicate with him?"
+
+"Certainly," and Mr. Grimm rose obligingly. "Shall I wait outside here
+or call again?"
+
+"You may wait if you don't mind," said Mr. Howard. "I'll be able to let
+you know in a few minutes, I hope."
+
+Mr. Grimm bowed and passed out. At the end of twenty-five minutes the
+door of Mr. Howard's private office opened and he appeared. His face was
+violently red, evidently from anger, and perspiration stood on his
+forehead.
+
+"I can't do anything with him," he declared savagely. "He says simply
+that negotiations must be conducted through me or not at all."
+
+Mr. Grimm had risen; he bowed courteously.
+
+"Very well," he said placidly. "You understand, of course, as the note
+says, that this refusal of his terminates the negotiations, so--"
+
+"But just a moment--" interposed Mr. Howard quickly.
+
+"Good day," said Mr. Grimm.
+
+The door opened and closed; he was gone. Three minutes later he stepped
+into a telephone booth at a near-by corner and took down the receiver.
+
+"Hello, central!" he called, and then: "This is Mr. Grimm of the Secret
+Service. What number was Mr. Howard talking to?"
+
+"Eleven double-nought six, Alexandria," was the reply.
+
+"Where is the connection? In whose name?"
+
+"The connection is five miles out from Alexandria in a farm-house on the
+old Baltimore Road," came the crisp, business-like answer. "The name is
+Murdock Williams."
+
+"Thank you," said Mr. Grimm. "Good-by."
+
+A moment later he was standing by the curb waiting for a car, when
+Howard, still angry, and with an expression of deep chagrin on his
+face, came bustling up.
+
+"If you can give me until to-morrow afternoon, then--" he began.
+
+Mr. Grimm glanced around at him, and with a slight motion of his head
+summoned two men who had been chatting near-by. One of them was Blair,
+and the other Hastings.
+
+"Take this man in charge," he directed. "Hold him in solitary
+confinement until you hear from me. Don't talk to him, don't let any one
+else talk to him, and don't let him talk. If any person speaks to him
+before he is locked up, take that person in charge also. He is guilty of
+no crime, but a single word from him now will endanger my life."
+
+That was all. It was said and done so quickly that Howard, dazed,
+confused and utterly unable to account for anything, was led away
+without a protest. Mr. Grimm, musing gently on the stupidity of mankind
+in general and the ease with which it is possible to lead even a clever
+individual into a trap, if the bait appeals to greed, took a car and
+went up town.
+
+Some three hours later he walked briskly along a narrow path strewn with
+pine needles, which led tortuously up to an old colonial farmhouse.
+Outwardly the place seemed to be deserted. The blinds, battered and
+stripped of paint by wind and rain, were all closed and one corner of
+the small veranda had crumbled away from age and neglect. In the rear of
+the house, rising from an old barn, a thin pole with a cup-like
+attachment at the apex, thrust its point into the open above the dense,
+odorous pines. Mr. Grimm noted these things as he came along.
+
+He stepped up quietly on the veranda and had just extended one hand to
+rap on the door when it was opened from within, and Miss Thorne stood
+before him. He was not surprised; intuition had told him he would meet
+her again, perhaps here in hiding. A sudden quick tenderness lighted the
+listless eyes. For an instant she stood staring, her face pallid against
+the gloom of the hallway beyond, and she drew a long breath of relief,
+as she pressed one hand to her breast. The blue-gray eyes were veiled by
+drooping lids, then she recovered herself and they opened into his. In
+them he saw anxiety, apprehension, fear even.
+
+"Miss Thorne!" he greeted, and he bowed low over the white hand which
+she impulsively thrust toward him.
+
+"I--I knew some one was coming," she stammered in a half whisper. "I
+didn't know it was you; I hadn't known definitely until this instant
+that you were safe from the explosion. I am glad--glad, you understand;
+glad that you were not--" She stopped and fought back her emotions, then
+went on: "But you must not come in; you must go away at once. Your--your
+life is in danger here."
+
+"_How_ did you know I was coming?" inquired Mr. Grimm.
+
+"From the moment Mr. Howard telephoned," she replied, still hastily,
+still in the mysterious half whisper. "I knew that it could only be
+some one from your bureau, and I hoped that it was you. I saw how you
+forced him to call us up here, and that was all you needed. It was
+simple, of course, to trace the telephone call." Both of her hands
+closed over one of his desperately. "Now, go, please. The Latin compact
+is at an end; you merely invite death here. Now, go!"
+
+Her eyes were searching the listless face with entreaty in them; the
+slender fingers were fiercely gripping one of Mr. Grimm's nerveless
+hands. For an instant some strange, softening light flickered in the
+young man's eyes, then it passed.
+
+"I have no choice, Miss Thorne," he said gravely at last. "I am honor
+bound by my government to do one of two things. If I fail in the first
+of those--the greater--it can only be because--"
+
+He stopped; hope flamed up in her eyes and she leaned forward eagerly
+studying the impassive face.
+
+"Because--?" she repeated.
+
+"It can only be because I am killed," he added quietly. Suddenly his
+whole manner changed. "I should like to see the--the inventor?"
+
+"But don't you see--don't you see you _will_ be killed if--?" she began
+tensely.
+
+"May I see the inventor, please?" Mr. Grimm interrupted.
+
+For a little time she stood, white and rigid, staring at him. Then her
+lids fluttered down wearily, as if to veil some crushing agony within
+her, and she stepped aside. Mr. Grimm entered and the door closed
+noiselessly behind him. After a moment her hand rested lightly on his
+arm, and he was led into a room to his left. This door, too, she closed,
+immediately turning to face him.
+
+"We may talk here a few minutes without interruption," she said in a low
+tone. Her voice was quite calm now. "If you will be--?"
+
+"Please understand, Miss Thorne," he interposed mercilessly, "that I
+must see the inventor, whoever he is. What assurance have I that this
+is not some ruse to permit him to escape?"
+
+"You have my word of honor," she said quite simply.
+
+"Please go on." He sat down.
+
+"You will see him too soon, I fear," she continued slowly. "If you had
+not come to him he would have gone to you." She swayed a little and
+pressed one hand to her eyes. "I would to God it were in my power to
+prevent that meeting!" she exclaimed desperately. Then, with an effort:
+"There are some things I want to explain to you. It may be that you will
+be willing to go then of your own free will. If I lay bare to you every
+step I have taken since I have been in Washington; if I make clear to
+you every obscure point in this hideous intrigue; if I confess to you
+that the Latin compact has been given up for all time, won't that be
+enough? Won't you go then?"
+
+Mr. Grimm's teeth closed with a snap.
+
+"I don't want that--from you," he declared.
+
+"But if I should tell it all to you?" she pleaded.
+
+"I won't listen, Miss Thorne. You once paid me the compliment of saying
+that I was one man you knew in whom you had never been disappointed."
+The listless eyes were blazing into her own now. "_I_ have never been
+disappointed in you. I will not permit you to disappoint me now. The
+secrets of your government are mine if I can get them--but I won't allow
+you to tell them to me."
+
+"My government!" Miss Thorne repeated, and her lips curled sadly. "I--I
+have no government. I have been cast off by that government, stripped of
+my rank, and branded as a traitor!"
+
+"Traitor!" Mr. Grimm's lips formed the word silently.
+
+"I failed, don't you see?" she rushed on. "Ignominy is the reward of
+failure. Prince d'Abruzzi went on to New York that night, cabled a full
+account of the destruction of the compact to my government, and sailed
+home on the following day. I was the responsible one, and now it all
+comes back on me." For a moment she was silent. "It's so singular, Mr.
+Grimm. The fight from the first was between us--we two; and you won."
+
+
+
+
+XXVI
+
+IN WHICH THEY BOTH WIN
+
+
+Mr. Grimm dropped into a chair with his teeth clenched, and his face
+like chalk. For a minute or more he sat there turning it all over in his
+mind. Truly the triumph had been robbed of its splendor when the blow
+fell here--here upon a woman he loved.
+
+"There's no shame in the confession of one who is fairly beaten," Isabel
+went on softly, after a little. "There are many things that you don't
+understand. I came to Washington with an authority from my sovereign
+higher even than that vested in the ambassador; I came _as_ I did and
+compelled Count di Rosini to obtain an invitation to the state ball for
+me in order that I might meet a representative of Russia there that
+night and receive an answer as to whether or not they would join the
+compact. I received that answer; its substance is of no consequence now.
+
+"And you remember where I first met you? It was while you were
+investigating the shooting of Señor Alvarez in the German embassy. That
+shooting, as you know, was done by Prince d'Abruzzi, so almost from the
+beginning my plans went wrong because of the assumption of authority by
+the prince. The paper he took from Señor Alvarez after the shooting was
+supposed to bear vitally upon Mexico's attitude toward our plan, but, as
+it developed, it was about another matter entirely."
+
+"Yes, I know," said Mr. Grimm.
+
+"The event of that night which you did _not_ learn was that Germany
+agreed to join the compact upon conditions. Mr. Rankin, who was attached
+to the German embassy in an advisory capacity, delivered the answer to
+me, and I pretended to faint in order that I might reasonably avoid
+you."
+
+"I surmised that much," remarked Mr. Grimm.
+
+"The telegraphing I did with my fan was as much to distract your
+attention as anything else, and at the same time to identify myself to
+Mr. Rankin, whom I had never met. You knew him, of course; I didn't."
+
+She was silent a while as her eyes steadily met those of Mr. Grimm.
+Finally she went on:
+
+"When next I met you it was in the Venezuelan legation; you were
+investigating the theft of the fifty thousand dollars in gold from the
+safe. I thrust myself into that case, because I was afraid of you; and
+mercilessly destroyed a woman's name in your eyes to further my plans. I
+made you believe that Señorita Rodriguez stole that fifty thousand
+dollars, and I returned it to you, presumably, while we stood in her
+room that night. Only it was not her room--it was _mine!_ _I_ stole the
+fifty thousand dollars! All the details, even to her trip to see Mr.
+Griswold in Baltimore in company with Mr. Cadwallader, had been
+carefully worked out; and she _did_ bring me the combination of the safe
+from Mr. Griswold on the strength of a forged letter. But she didn't
+know it. There was no theft, of course. I had no intention of keeping
+the money. It was necessary to take it to distract attention from the
+thing I _did_ do--break a lock inside the safe to get a sealed packet
+that contained Venezuela's answer to our plan. I sealed that packet
+again, and there was never a suspicion that it had been opened."
+
+"Only a suspicion," Mr. Grimm corrected.
+
+"Then came the abduction of Monsieur Boisségur, the French ambassador. I
+plunged into that case as I did in the other because I was afraid of you
+and had to know just how much you knew. It was explained to you as an
+attempt at extortion with details which I carefully supplied. As a
+matter of fact, Monsieur Boisségur opposed our plans, even endangered
+them; and it was not advisable to have him recalled or even permit him
+to resign at the moment. So we abducted him, intending to hold him
+until direct orders could reach him from Paris. Understand, please, that
+all these things were made possible by the aid and cooperation of
+dozens, scores, of agents who were under my orders; every person who
+appeared in that abduction was working at my direction. The ambassador's
+unexpected escape disarranged our plans; but he was taken out of the
+embassy by force the second time under your very eyes. The darkness
+which made this possible was due to the fact that while you were looking
+for the switch, and I was apparently aiding, I was holding my hand over
+it all the time to keep you from turning on the light. You remember
+that?"
+
+Mr. Grimm nodded.
+
+"All the rest of it you know," she concluded wearily. "You compelled me
+to leave the Venezuelan legation by your espionage, but in the crowded
+hotel to which I moved I had little difficulty avoiding your Mr.
+Hastings, your Mr. Blair and your Mr. Johnson, so I came and went
+freely without your knowledge. The escape of the prince from prison you
+arranged, so you understand all of that, as well as the meeting and
+attempted signing of the compact, and the rapid recovery of Señor
+Alvarez. And, after all, it was my fault that our plans failed, because
+if I had not been--been uneasy as to your condition and had not made the
+mistake of going to the deserted little house where you were a prisoner,
+the plans would have succeeded, the compact been signed."
+
+"I'm beginning to understand," said Mr. Grimm gravely, and a wistful,
+tender look crept into his eyes. "If it had not been for that act
+of--consideration and kindness to me--"
+
+"We would have succeeded in spite of you," explained Isabel. "We were
+afraid of you, Mr. Grimm. It was a compliment to you that we considered
+it necessary to account for your whereabouts at the time of the signing
+of the compact."
+
+"And if you had succeeded," remarked Mr. Grimm, "the whole civilized
+world would have come to war."
+
+"I never permitted myself to think of it that way," she replied frankly.
+"There is something splendid to me in a battle of brains; there is
+exaltation, stimulation, excitement in it. It has always possessed the
+greatest fascination for me. I have always won, you know, until now. I
+failed! And my reward is 'Traitor!'"
+
+"Just a word of assurance now," she went on after a moment. "The Latin
+compact has been definitely given up; the plan has been dismissed,
+thanks to you; the peace of the world is unbroken. And who am I? I know
+you have wondered; I know your agents have scoured the world to find
+out. I am the daughter of a former Italian ambassador to the Court of
+St. James. My mother was an English woman. I was born and received my
+early education in England, hence my perfect knowledge of that tongue.
+In Rome I am, or have been, alas, the Countess Rosa d'Orsetti; now I am
+an exile with a price on my head. That is all, except for several years
+I was a trusted agent of my government, and a friend of my queen."
+
+She rose and extended both hands graciously. Mr. Grimm seized the
+slender white fingers and stood with eyes fixed upon hers. Slowly a
+flush crept into her pallid cheeks, and she bowed her head.
+
+"Wonderful woman!" he said softly.
+
+"I shall ask a favor of you now," she went on gently. "Let all this that
+you have learned take the place of whatever you expected to learn, and
+go. Believe me, there can only be one result if you meet--if you meet
+the inventor of the wireless cap upon which so much was staked, and so
+much lost." She shuddered a little, then raised the blue-gray eyes
+beseechingly to his face. "Please go."
+
+Go! The word straightened Mr. Grimm in his tracks and he allowed her
+hands to fall limply. Suddenly his face grew hard. In the ecstasy of
+adoration he had momentarily forgotten his purpose here. His eyes lost
+their ardor; his nerveless hands dropped beside him.
+
+"No," he said.
+
+"You must--you must," she urged gently. "I know what it means to you.
+You feel it your duty to unravel the secret of the percussion cap? You
+can't; no man can. No one knows the inventor more intimately than I, and
+even I couldn't get it from him. There are no plans for it in existence,
+and even if there were he would no more sell them than you would have
+accepted a fortune at the hands of Prince d'Abruzzi to remain silent.
+The compact has failed; you did that. The agents have scattered--gone to
+other duties. That is enough."
+
+"No," said Mr. Grimm. There was a strange fear tearing at his
+heart,--"No one knows the inventor more intimately than I." "No," he
+said again. "I won from my government a promise to be made good upon a
+condition--I must fulfil that condition."
+
+"But there is nothing, promotion, honor, reward, that would compensate
+you for the loss of your life," she entreated. "There is still time."
+She was pleading now, with her slim white hands resting on his
+shoulders, and the blue-gray eyes fixed upon his face.
+
+"It's more than all that," he said. "That condition is you--your
+safety."
+
+"For me?" she repeated. "For me? Then, won't you go for--for my sake?"
+
+"No."
+
+"Won't you go if you know you will be killed," and suddenly her face
+turned scarlet, "and that your life is dear to me?"
+
+"No."
+
+Isabel dropped upon her knees before him.
+
+"This inventor--this man whom you insist on seeing is half insane with
+disappointment and anger," she rushed on desperately. "Remember that a
+vast fortune, honor, fame were at his finger tips when you--you placed
+them beyond his reach by the destruction of the compact. He has sworn to
+kill you."
+
+"I can't go!"
+
+"If you _know_ that when you meet one of you will die?"
+
+"No." The answer came fiercely, through clenched teeth. Mr. Grimm
+disengaged his right hand and drew his revolver; the barrel clicked
+under his fingers as it spun.
+
+"If I tell you that of the two human beings in this world whom I love
+this man is one?"
+
+"No."
+
+A shuffling step sounded in the hallway just outside. Mr. Grimm stepped
+back from the kneeling figure, and turned to face the door with his
+revolver ready.
+
+"Great God!" It was a scream of agony. "He is my brother! Don't you
+see?"
+
+She came to her feet and went staggering across to the door. The key
+clicked in the lock.
+
+"Your brother!" exclaimed Mr. Grimm.
+
+"He wouldn't listen to me--_you_ wouldn't listen to me, and now--and
+_now_! God have mercy!"
+
+There was a sharp rattling, a clamor at the door, and Isabel turned to
+Mr. Grimm mutely, with arms outstretched. The revolver barrel clicked
+under his hand, then, after a moment, he replaced the weapon in his
+pocket.
+
+"Please open the door," he requested quietly.
+
+"He'll kill you!" she screamed.
+
+Exhausted, helpless, she leaned against a chair with her face in her
+hands. Mr. Grimm went to her suddenly, tore the hands from her face, and
+met the tear-stained eyes.
+
+"I love you," he said. "I want you to know that!"
+
+"And I love you--that's why it matters so."
+
+Leaving her there, Mr. Grimm strode straight to the door and threw it
+open. He saw only the outline of a thin little man of indeterminate age,
+then came a blinding flash under his eyes, and he leaped forward. There
+was a short, sharp struggle, and both went down. The revolver! He must
+get that! He reached for it with the one idea of disarming this madman.
+The muzzle was thrust toward him, he threw up his arm to protect his
+head, and then came a second flash. Instantly he felt the figure in his
+arms grow limp; and after a moment he rose. The face of the man on the
+floor was pearly gray; and a thin, scarlet thread flowed from his
+temple.
+
+[Illustration: In a stride Mr. Grimm was beside her.]
+
+He turned toward Isabel. She lay near the chair, a little crumpled heap.
+In a stride he was beside her, and had lifted her head to his knee. The
+blue-gray eyes opened into his once, then they closed. She had fainted.
+The first bullet had pierced her arm; it was only a flesh wound. He
+lifted her gently and placed her on a couch, after which he disappeared
+into another room. In a little while there came the cheerful ting-a-ling
+of a telephone bell.
+
+"Is this the county constable's office?" he inquired. "Well, there's
+been a little shooting accident at the Murdock Williams' place, five
+miles out from Alexandria on the old Baltimore Road. Please send some of
+your men over to take charge. Two hours from now call up Mr. Grimm at
+Secret Service headquarters in Washington and he will explain. Good-by."
+
+And a few minutes later Mr. Grimm walked along the road toward an
+automobile a hundred yards away, bearing Miss Thorne in his arms. The
+chauffeur cranked the machine and climbed to his seat.
+
+"Washington!" directed Mr. Grimm. "Never mind the speed laws."
+
+
+
+THE END
+
+
+
+
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+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<h1>ELUSIVE ISABEL</h1>
+<h2>BY  JACQUES FUTRELLE </h2>
+<h3>
+WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY ALONZO KIMBALL
+</h3>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<h3>
+	1908
+</h3>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<h3>
+TO
+</h3>
+<h3>
+THE WONDERFUL WOMAN
+</h3>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<a name="TOC"><!-- TOC --></a>
+<p>
+<b>
+	CONTENTS
+</b></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>
+<a href="#CH1">CHAPTER I</a> &mdash;  MISS ISABEL THORNE
+</p>
+<p>
+<a href="#CH2">CHAPTER II</a> &mdash; MR. CAMPBELL AND THE CABLE
+</p>
+<p>
+<a href="#CH3">CHAPTER III</a> &mdash;  THE LANGUAGE OF THE FAN
+</p>
+<p>
+<a href="#CH4">CHAPTER IV</a> &mdash;  THE FLEEING WOMAN
+</p>
+<p>
+<a href="#CH5">CHAPTER V</a> &mdash;  A VISIT TO THE COUNT
+</p>
+<p>
+<a href="#CH6">CHAPTER VI</a> &mdash;  REVELATIONS
+</p>
+<p>
+<a href="#CH7">CHAPTER VII</a> &mdash;  THE SIGNAL
+</p>
+<p>
+<a href="#CH8">CHAPTER VIII</a> &mdash;  MISS THORNE AND NOT MISS THORNE
+</p>
+<p>
+<a href="#CH9">CHAPTER IX</a> &mdash;  FIFTY THOUSAND DOLLARS
+</p>
+<p>
+<a href="#CH10">CHAPTER X</a> &mdash;  A SAFE OPENING
+</p>
+<p>
+<a href="#CH11">CHAPTER XI</a> &mdash;  THE LACE HANDKERCHIEF
+</p>
+<p>
+<a href="#CH12">CHAPTER XII</a> &mdash;  THE VANISHING DIPLOMATIST
+</p>
+<p>
+<a href="#CH13">CHAPTER XIII</a> &mdash;  A CONFERENCE IN THE DARK
+</p>
+<p>
+<a href="#CH14">CHAPTER XIV</a> &mdash;  A RESCUE AND AN ESCAPE
+</p>
+<p>
+<a href="#CH15">CHAPTER XV</a> &mdash;  MASTER OF THE SITUATION
+</p>
+<p>
+<a href="#CH16">CHAPTER XVI</a> &mdash;  LETTERS FROM JAIL
+</p>
+<p>
+<a href="#CH17">CHAPTER XVII</a> &mdash;  A CALL ON THE WARDEN
+</p>
+<p>
+<a href="#CH18">CHAPTER XVIII</a> &mdash;  NOTICE TO LEAVE
+</p>
+<p>
+<a href="#CH19">CHAPTER XIX</a> &mdash; BY WIRELESS
+</p>
+<p>
+<a href="#CH20">CHAPTER XX</a> &mdash; THE LIGHT IN THE DOME
+</p>
+<p>
+<a href="#CH21">CHAPTER XXI</a> &mdash; A SLIP OF PAPER
+</p>
+<p>
+<a href="#CH22">CHAPTER XXII</a> &mdash; THE COMPACT
+</p>
+<p>
+<a href="#CH23">CHAPTER XXIII</a> &mdash;  THE PERCUSSION CAP
+</p>
+<p>
+<a href="#CH24">CHAPTER XXIV</a> &mdash;  THE PERSONAL EQUATION
+</p>
+<p>
+<a href="#CH25">CHAPTER XXV</a> &mdash; WE TWO
+</p>
+<p>
+<a href="#CH26">CHAPTER XXVI</a> &mdash; IN WHICH THEY BOTH WIN
+</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>
+<b>ILLUSTRATIONS</b>
+</p>
+<p>1. <a href="#image-1">
+The Handwriting Was Unmistakably That of a Woman.
+</a></p>
+<p>2. <a href="#image-2">
+He Found Himself inspecting the Weapon from the Barrel End.
+</a></p>
+<p>3. <a href="#image-3">
+A Long Tense Silence when Eye Challenges Eye.
+</a></p>
+<p>4. <a href="#image-4">
+'You Think He Will Weaken; I Know He Will Not.'
+</a></p>
+<p>5. <a href="#image-5">
+In a Stride Mr. Grimm Was Beside Her.
+</a></p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<hr>
+
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<h2>
+	ELUSIVE ISABEL
+</h2>
+
+<a name="CH1"><!-- CHAPTER 1 --></a>
+<h3>
+	I
+</h3>
+<h3>
+MISS ISABEL THORNE
+</h3>
+<p>
+All the world rubs elbows in Washington.
+Outwardly it is merely a city of evasion,
+of conventionalities, sated with the commonplace
+pleasures of life, listless, blas&eacute; even,
+and always exquisitely, albeit frigidly, courteous;
+but beneath the still, suave surface strange
+currents play at cross purposes, intrigue is endless,
+and the merciless war of diplomacy goes
+on unceasingly. Occasionally, only occasionally,
+a bubble comes to the surface, and when it bursts
+the echo goes crashing around the earth. Sometimes
+a dynasty is shaken, a nation trembles, a
+ministry topples over; but the ripple moves and
+all is placid again. No man may know all that
+happens there, for then he would be diplomatic
+master of the world.
+</p>
+<p>
+"There is plenty of red blood in Washington,"
+remarked a jesting legislative gray-beard,
+once upon a time, "but it's always frozen before
+they put it in circulation. Diplomatic negotiations
+are conducted in the drawing-room, but
+long before that the fight is fought down cellar.
+The diplomatists meet at table and there isn't
+any broken crockery, but you can always tell
+what the player thinks of the dealer by the way
+he draws three cards. Everybody is after results;
+and lots of monarchs of Europe sit up
+nights polishing their crowns waiting for word
+from Washington."
+</p>
+<p>
+So, this is Washington! And here at dinner
+are the diplomatic representatives of all the nations.
+That is the British ambassador, that
+stolid-faced, distinguished-looking, elderly man;
+and this is the French ambassador, dapper, volatile,
+plus-correct; here Russia's highest representative
+wags a huge, blond beard; and yonder
+is the phlegmatic German ambassador. Scattered
+around the table, brilliant splotches of
+color, are the uniformed envoys of the Orient&mdash;the
+smaller the country the more brilliant the
+splotch. It is a state dinner, to be followed by
+a state ball, and they are all present.
+</p>
+<p>
+The Italian ambassador, Count di Rosini, was
+trying to interpret a French <i>bon mot</i> into English
+for the benefit of the dainty, doll-like wife
+of the Chinese minister&mdash;who was educated at
+Radcliffe&mdash;when a servant leaned over him and
+laid a sealed envelope beside his plate. The
+count glanced around at the servant, excused
+himself to Mrs. Quong Li Wi, and opened the
+envelope. Inside was a single sheet of embassy
+note paper, and a terse line signed by his secretary:
+</p>
+<blockquote><p>"A lady is waiting for you here. She says
+she must see you immediately, on a matter of the
+greatest importance."</p></blockquote>
+<p>
+The count read the note twice, with wrinkled
+brow, then scribbled on it in pencil:
+</p>
+<blockquote><p>"Impossible to-night. Tell her to call at the
+embassy to-morrow morning at half-past ten
+o'clock."</p></blockquote>
+<p>
+He folded the note, handed it to the servant,
+and resumed his conversation with Mrs. Wi.
+</p>
+<p>
+Half an hour later the same servant placed a
+second sealed envelope beside his plate. Recognizing
+the superscription, the ambassador impatiently
+shoved it aside, intending to disregard
+it. But irritated curiosity finally triumphed,
+and he opened it. A white card on which was
+written this command was his reward:
+</p>
+<blockquote><p>"It is necessary that you come to the embassy
+at once."</p></blockquote>
+<p>
+There was no signature. The handwriting
+was unmistakably that of a woman, and just as
+unmistakably strange to him. He frowned a
+little as he stared at it wonderingly, then idly
+turned the card over. There was no name on
+the reverse side&mdash;only a crest. Evidently the
+count recognized this, for his impassive face reflected
+surprise for an instant, and this was followed
+by a keen, bewildered interest. Finally
+he arose, made his apologies, and left the room.
+His automobile was at the door.
+</p>
+
+<a name="image-1"><!-- Image 1 --></a>
+<p class="figure">
+<a href="images/img1.jpg">
+<img width="60%" src="images/img1.jpg"
+alt="The Handwriting Was Unmistakably That of a Woman."
+/></a><br />
+<b>"The Handwriting Was Unmistakably That of a Woman."</b>
+</p>
+
+<p>
+"To the embassy," he directed the chauffeur.
+</p>
+<p>
+And within five minutes he was there. His
+secretary met him in the hall.
+</p>
+<p>
+"The lady is waiting in your office," he explained
+apologetically. "I gave her your message,
+but she said she must see you and would
+write you a line herself. I sent it."
+</p>
+<p>
+"Quite correct," commented the ambassador.
+"What name did she give?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"None," was the reply. "She said none was
+necessary."
+</p>
+<p>
+The ambassador laid aside hat and coat and
+entered his office with a slightly puzzled expression
+on his face. Standing before a window,
+gazing idly out into the light-spangled night,
+was a young woman, rather tall and severely
+gowned in some rich, glistening stuff which fell
+away sheerly from her splendid bare shoulders.
+She turned and he found himself looking into a
+pair of clear, blue-gray eyes, frank enough and
+yet in their very frankness possessing an alluring,
+indefinable subtlety. He would not have
+called her pretty, yet her smile, slight as it was,
+was singularly charming, and there radiated
+from her a something&mdash;personality, perhaps&mdash;which
+held his glance. He bowed low, and closed
+the door.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I am at your service, Madam," he said in a
+tone of deep respect. "Please pardon my delay
+in coming to you."
+</p>
+<p>
+"It is unfortunate that I didn't write the first
+note," she apologized graciously. "It would at
+least have saved a little time. You have the
+card?"
+</p>
+<p>
+He produced it silently, crest down, and
+handed it to her. She struck a match, lighted
+the card, and it crumbled up in her gloved hand.
+The last tiny scrap found refuge in a silver
+tray, where she watched it burn to ashes, then
+she turned to the ambassador with a brilliant
+smile. He was still standing.
+</p>
+<p>
+"The dinner isn't over yet?" she inquired.
+</p>
+<p>
+"No, Madam, not for another hour, perhaps."
+</p>
+<p>
+"Then there's no harm done," she went on
+lightly. "The dinner isn't of any consequence,
+but I should like very much to attend the ball
+afterward. Can you arrange it for me?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"I don't know just how I would proceed,
+Madam," the ambassador objected diffidently.
+"It would be rather unusual, difficult, I may
+say, and&mdash;"
+</p>
+<p>
+"But surely you can arrange it some way?"
+she interrupted demurely. "The highest diplomatic
+representative of a great nation should
+not find it difficult to arrange so simple a matter
+as&mdash;as this?" She was smiling.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Pardon me for suggesting it, Madam," the
+ambassador persisted courteously, "but anything
+out of the usual attracts attention in
+Washington. I dare say, from the manner of
+your appearance to-night, that you would not
+care to attract attention to yourself."
+</p>
+<p>
+She regarded him with an enigmatic smile.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I'm afraid you don't know women, Count,"
+she said slowly, at last. "There's nothing dearer
+to a woman's heart than to attract attention to
+herself." She laughed&mdash;a throaty, silvery note
+that was charming. "And if you hesitate now,
+then to-morrow&mdash;why, to-morrow I am going to
+ask that you open to me all this Washington
+world&mdash;this brilliant world of diplomatic society.
+You see what I ask now is simple."
+</p>
+<p>
+The ambassador was respectfully silent and
+deeply thoughtful for a time. There was, perhaps,
+something of resentment struggling within
+him, and certainly there was an uneasy feeling
+of rebellion at this attempt to thrust him
+forward against all precedent.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Your requests are of so extraordinary a nature
+that&mdash;" he began in courteous protestation.
+</p>
+<p>
+There was no trace of impatience in the woman's
+manner; she was still smiling.
+</p>
+<p>
+"It is necessary that I attend the ball to-night,"
+she explained, "you may imagine how
+necessary when I say I sailed from Liverpool
+six days ago, reaching New York at half-past
+three o'clock this afternoon; and at half-past
+four I was on my way here. I have been here
+less than one hour. I came from Liverpool
+especially that I might be present; and I even
+dressed on the train so there would be no delay.
+Now do you see the necessity of it?"
+</p>
+<p>
+Diplomatic procedure is along well-oiled
+grooves, and the diplomatist who steps out of
+the rut for an instant happens upon strange
+and unexpected obstacles. Knowing this, the
+ambassador still hesitated. The woman apparently
+understood.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I had hoped that this would not be necessary,"
+she remarked, and she produced a small,
+sealed envelope. "Please read it."
+</p>
+<p>
+The ambassador received the envelope with
+uplifted brows, opened it and read what was
+written on a folded sheet of paper. Some subtle
+working of his brain brought a sudden change
+in the expression of his face. There was wonder
+in it, and amazement, and more than these.
+Again he bowed low.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I am at your service, Madam," he repeated.
+"I shall take pleasure in making any arrangements
+that are necessary. Again, I beg your
+pardon."
+</p>
+<p>
+"And it will not be so very difficult, after all,
+will it?" she inquired, and she smiled tauntingly.
+</p>
+<p>
+"It will not be at all difficult, Madam," the
+ambassador assured her gravely. "I shall take
+steps at once to have an invitation issued to you
+for to-night; and to-morrow I shall be pleased
+to proceed as you may suggest."
+</p>
+<p>
+She nodded. He folded the note, replaced it
+in the envelope and returned it to her with another
+deep bow. She drew her skirts about her
+and sat down; he stood.
+</p>
+<p>
+"It will be necessary for your name to appear
+on the invitation," the ambassador went on to
+explain. "If you will give me your name I'll
+have my secretary&mdash;"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Oh, yes, my name," she interrupted gaily.
+"Why, Count, you embarrass me. You know,
+really, I have no name. Isn't it awkward?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"I understand perfectly, Madam," responded
+the count. "I should have said <i>a</i> name."
+</p>
+<p>
+She meditated a moment.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Well, say&mdash;Miss Thorne&mdash;Miss Isabel
+Thorne," she suggested at last. "That will
+do very nicely, don't you think?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Very nicely, Miss Thorne," and the ambassador
+bowed again. "Please excuse me a moment,
+and I'll give my secretary instructions
+how to proceed. There will be a delay of a few
+minutes."
+</p>
+<p>
+He opened the door and went out. For a
+minute or more Miss Thorne sat perfectly still,
+gazing at the blank wooden panels, then she
+rose and went to the window again. In the
+distance, hazy in the soft night, the dome of the
+capitol rose mistily; over to the right was the
+congressional library, and out there where the
+lights sparkled lay Pennsylvania Avenue, a
+thread of commerce. Miss Thorne saw it all,
+and suddenly stretched out her arms with an all-enveloping
+gesture. She stood so for a minute,
+then they fell beside her, and she was motionless.
+</p>
+<p>
+Count di Rosini entered.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Everything is arranged, Miss Thorne," he
+announced. "Will you go with me in my automobile,
+or do you prefer to go alone?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"I'll go alone, please," she answered after a
+moment. "I shall be there about eleven."
+</p>
+<p>
+The ambassador bowed himself out.
+</p>
+<p>
+And so Miss Isabel Thorne came to Washington!
+</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<a name="CH2"><!-- CHAPTER 2 --></a>
+<h3>
+	II
+</h3>
+
+<h3>
+MR. CAMPBELL AND THE CABLE
+</h3>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>
+Just as it is one man's business to manufacture
+watches, and another man's business
+to peddle shoe-strings, so it was Mr.
+Campbell's business to know things. He was
+a human card index, a governmental ready reference
+posted to the minute and backed by all the
+tremendous resources of a nation. From the little
+office in the Secret Service Bureau, where he
+sat day after day, radiating threads connected
+with the huge outer world, and enabled him to
+keep a firm hand on the diplomatic and departmental
+pulse of Washington. Perhaps he came
+nearer knowing everything that happened there
+than any other man living; and no man realized
+more perfectly than he just how little of all of
+it he did know.
+</p>
+<p>
+In person Mr. Campbell was not unlike a retired
+grocer who had shaken the butter and
+eggs from his soul and settled back to enjoy a
+life of placid idleness. He was a little beyond
+middle age, pleasant of face, white of hair, and
+blessed with guileless blue eyes. His genius
+had no sparkle to it; it consisted solely of detail
+and system and indefatigability, coupled with a
+memory that was well nigh infallible. His brain
+was as serene and orderly as a cash register; one
+almost expected to hear it click.
+</p>
+<p>
+He sat at his desk intently studying a cable
+despatch which lay before him. It was in the
+Secret Service code. Leaning over his shoulder
+was Mr. Grimm&mdash;<i>the</i> Mr. Grimm of the bureau.
+Mr. Grimm was an utterly different type from
+his chief. He was younger, perhaps thirty-one
+or two, physically well proportioned, a little
+above the average height, with regular features
+and listless, purposeless eyes&mdash;a replica of a
+hundred other young men who dawdle idly in
+the windows of their clubs and watch the world
+hurry by. His manner was languid; his dress
+showed fastidious care.
+</p>
+<p>
+Sentence by sentence the bewildering intricacies
+of the code gave way before the placid understanding
+of Chief Campbell, and word by
+word, from the chaos of it, a translation took
+intelligible form upon a sheet of paper under
+his right hand. Mr. Grimm, looking on, exhibited
+only a most perfunctory interest in the
+extraordinary message he was reading; the listless
+eyes narrowed a little, that was all. It was
+a special despatch from Lisbon dated that morning,
+and signed simply "Gault." Completely
+translated it ran thus:
+</p>
+<blockquote><p>"Secret offensive and defensive alliance of the
+Latin against the English-speaking nations of
+the world is planned. Italy, France, Spain and
+two South American republics will soon sign
+compact in Washington. Proposition just made
+to Portugal, and may be accepted. Special envoys
+now working in Mexico and Central and
+South America. Germany invited to join, but
+refuses as yet, giving, however, tacit support;
+attitude of Russia and Japan unknown to me.
+Prince Benedetto d'Abruzzi, believed to be in
+Washington at present, has absolute power to
+sign for Italy, France and Spain. Profound secrecy
+enjoined and preserved. I learned of it by
+underground. Shall I inform our minister? Cable
+instructions."</p></blockquote>
+<p>
+"So much!" commented Mr. Campbell.
+</p>
+<p>
+He clasped his hands behind his head, lay
+back in his chair and sat for a long time, staring
+with steadfast, thoughtful eyes into the impassive
+face of his subordinate. Mr. Grimm
+perched himself on the edge of the desk and with
+his legs dangling read the despatch a second
+time, and a third.
+</p>
+<p>
+"If," he observed slowly, "if any other man
+than Gault had sent that I should have said he
+was crazy."
+</p>
+<p>
+"The peace of the world is in peril, Mr.
+Grimm," said Campbell impressively, at last.
+"It had to come, of course, the United States
+and England against a large part of Europe
+and all of Central and South America. It had
+to come, and yet&mdash;!"
+</p>
+<p>
+He broke off abruptly, and picked up the receiver
+of his desk telephone.
+</p>
+<p>
+"The White House, please," he requested
+curtly, and then, after a moment: "Hello!
+Please ask the president if he will receive Mr.
+Campbell immediately. Yes, Mr. Campbell of
+the Secret Service." There was a pause. Mr.
+Grimm removed his immaculate person from the
+desk, and took a chair. "Hello! In half an
+hour? So much!"
+</p>
+<p>
+The pages of the Almanac de Gotha fluttered
+through his fingers, and finally he leaned forward
+and studied a paragraph of it closely.
+When he raised his eyes again there was that in
+them which Mr. Grimm had never seen before&mdash;a
+settled, darkening shadow.
+</p>
+<p>
+"The world-war has long been a chimera, Mr.
+Grimm," he remarked at last, "but now&mdash;now!
+Think of it! Of course, the Central and South
+American countries, taken separately, are inconsequential,
+and that is true, too, of the Latin
+countries of Europe, except France, but taken
+in combination, under one directing mind, the
+allied navies would be&mdash;would be formidable, at
+least. Backed by the moral support of Germany,
+and perhaps Japan&mdash;! Don't you see?
+Don't you see?"
+</p>
+<p>
+He lapsed into silence. Mr. Grimm opened his
+lips to ask a question: Mr. Campbell anticipated
+it unerringly:
+</p>
+<p>
+"The purpose of such an alliance? It is not
+too much to construe it into the first step toward
+a world-war&mdash;a war of reprisal and conquest
+beside which the other great wars of the world
+would seem trivial. For the fact has at last
+come home to the nations of the world that ultimately
+the English-speaking peoples will dominate
+it&mdash;dominate it, because they are the practical
+peoples. They have given to the world all
+its great practical inventions&mdash;the railroad, the
+steamship, electricity, the telegraph and cable&mdash;all
+of them; they are the great civilizing forces,
+rounding the world up to new moral understanding,
+for what England has done in Africa and
+India we have done in a smaller way in the Philippines
+and Cuba and Porto Rico; they are the
+great commercial peoples, slowly but surely winning
+the market-places of the earth; wherever
+the English or the American flag is planted
+there the English tongue is being spoken, and
+there the peoples are being taught the sanity
+of right living and square dealing.
+</p>
+<p>
+"It requires no great effort of the imagination,
+Mr. Grimm, to foresee that day when the
+traditional power of Paris, and Berlin, and St.
+Petersburg, and Madrid will be honey-combed
+by the steady encroachment of our methods.
+This alliance would indicate that already that
+day has been foreseen; that there is now a resentment
+which is about to find expression in
+one great, desperate struggle for world supremacy.
+A few hundred years ago Italy&mdash;or
+Rome&mdash;was stripped of her power; only recently the
+United States dispelled the illusion that Spain
+was anything but a shell; and France&mdash;! One
+can't help but wonder if the power she boasts is
+not principally on paper. But if their forces
+are combined? Do you see? It would be an
+enormous power to reckon with, with a hundred
+bases of supplies right at our doors."
+</p>
+<p>
+He rose suddenly and walked over to the
+window, where he stood for a moment, staring
+out with unseeing eyes.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Given a yard of canvas, Mr. Grimm," he
+went on finally, "a Spanish boy will waste it, a
+French boy will paint a picture on it, an English
+boy will built a sail-boat, and an American
+boy will erect a tent. That fully illustrates the
+difference in the races."
+</p>
+<p>
+He abandoned the didactic tone, and returned
+to the material matter in hand. Mr. Grimm
+passed him the despatch and he sat down again.
+</p>
+<p>
+"'Will soon sign compact in Washington,'"
+he read musingly. "Now I don't know that the
+signing of that compact can be prevented, but
+the signing of it on United States soil can be
+prevented. You will see to that, Mr. Grimm."
+</p>
+<p>
+"Very well," the young man agreed carelessly.
+The magnitude of such a task made, apparently,
+not the slightest impression on him.
+He languidly drew on his gloves.
+</p>
+<p>
+"And meanwhile I shall take steps to ascertain
+the attitude of Russian and Japanese representatives
+in this city."
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm nodded.
+</p>
+<p>
+"And now, for Prince Benedetto d'Abruzzi,"
+Mr. Campbell went on slowly. "Officially he is
+not in Washington, nor the United States, for
+that matter. Naturally, on such a mission, he
+would not come as a publicly accredited agent,
+therefore, I imagine, he is to be sought under
+another name."
+</p>
+<p>
+"Of course," Mr. Grimm acquiesced.
+</p>
+<p>
+"And he would avoid the big hotels."
+</p>
+<p>
+"Certainly."
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Campbell permitted his guileless blue eyes
+to linger inquiringly upon those of the young
+man for half a minute. He caught himself wondering,
+sometimes, at the perfection of the deliberate
+indifference with which Mr. Grimm masked
+his emotions. In his admiration of this quality
+he quite overlooked the remarkable mask of benevolence
+behind which he himself hid.
+</p>
+<p>
+"And the name, D'Abruzzi," he remarked,
+after a time. "What does it mean to you, Mr.
+Grimm?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"It means that I am to deal with a prince of
+the royal blood of Italy," was the unhesitating
+response. Mr. Grimm picked up the Almanac
+de Gotha and glanced at the open page. "Of
+course, the first thing to do is to find him; the
+rest will be simple enough." He perused the
+page carelessly. "I will begin work at once."
+</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<a name="CH3"><!-- CHAPTER 3 --></a>
+<h3>
+	III
+</h3>
+
+<h3>
+THE LANGUAGE OF THE FAN
+</h3>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm was chatting idly with
+Se&ntilde;orita Rodriguez, daughter of the
+minister from Venezuela, the while he
+permitted his listless eyes to wander aimlessly
+about the spacious ball-room of the German embassy,
+ablaze with festooned lights, and brilliant
+with a multi-colored chaos of uniforms. Gleaming
+pearl-white, translucent in the mass, were
+the bare shoulders of women; and from far off
+came the plaintive whine of an orchestra, a pulsing
+sense rather than a living sound, of music,
+pointed here and there by the staccato cry of a
+flute. A zephyr, perfumed with the clean, fresh
+odor of lilacs, stirred the draperies of the archway
+which led into the conservatory and rustled
+the bending branches of palms and ferns.
+</p>
+<p>
+For a scant instant Mr. Grimm's eyes rested
+on a young woman who sat a dozen feet away,
+talking, in playful animation, with an undersecretary
+of the British embassy&mdash;a young
+woman severely gowned in some glistening stuff
+which fell away sheerly from her splendid bare
+shoulders. She glanced up, as if in acknowledgment
+of his look, and her eyes met his.
+Frank, blue-gray eyes they were, stirred to their
+depths now by amusement. She smiled at Se&ntilde;orita
+Rodriguez, in token of recognition.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Aren't they wonderful?" asked Se&ntilde;orita
+Rodriguez with the quick, bubbling enthusiasm
+of her race.
+</p>
+<p>
+"What?" asked Mr. Grimm.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Her eyes," was the reply. "Every person
+has one dominant feature&mdash;with Miss Thorne it
+is her eyes."
+</p>
+<p>
+"Miss Thorne?" Mr. Grimm repeated.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Haven't you met her?" the se&ntilde;orita went on.
+"Miss Isabel Thorne? She only arrived a few
+days ago&mdash;the night of the state ball. She's
+my guest at the legation. When an opportunity
+comes I shall present you to her."
+</p>
+<p>
+She ran on, about other things, with only an
+occasional remark from Mr. Grimm, who was
+thoughtfully nursing his knee. Somewhere
+through the chatter and effervescent gaiety,
+mingling with the sound of the pulsing music,
+he had a singular impression of a rhythmical
+beat, an indistinct tattoo, noticeable, perhaps,
+only because of its monotony. After a moment
+he shot a quick glance at Miss Thorne and understood;
+it was the tapping of an exquisitely
+wrought ivory fan against one of her tapering,
+gloved fingers. She was talking and smiling.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Dot-dash-dot! Dot-dash-dot! Dot-dash-dot!"
+said the fan.
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm twisted around in his seat and regaled
+his listless eyes with a long stare into the
+se&ntilde;orita's pretty face. Behind the careless ease
+of repose he was mechanically isolating the faint
+clatter of the fan.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Dot-dash-dot! Dot-dash-dot! Dot-dash-dot!"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Did any one ever accuse you of staring, Mr.
+Grimm?" demanded the se&ntilde;orita banteringly.
+</p>
+<p>
+For an instant Mr. Grimm continued to stare,
+and then his listless eyes swept the ball-room,
+pausing involuntarily at the scarlet splendor of
+the minister from Turkey.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I beg your pardon," he apologized contritely.
+There was a pause. "The minister
+from Turkey looks like a barn on fire, doesn't
+he?"
+</p>
+<p>
+Se&ntilde;orita Rodriguez laughed, and Mr. Grimm
+glanced idly toward Miss Thorne. She was still
+talking, her face alive with interest; and the fan
+was still tapping rhythmically, steadily, now on
+the arm of her chair.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Dot-dash-dot! Dot-dash-dot! Dot-dash-dot!
+Dot-dash-dot!"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Pretty women who don't want to be stared
+at should go with their faces swathed," Mr.
+Grimm suggested indolently. "Haroun el Raschid
+there would agree with me on that point, I
+have no doubt. What a shock he would get if
+he should happen up at Atlantic City for a
+week-end in August!"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Dot-dash-dot! Dot-dash-dot! Dot-dash-dot!"
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm read it with perfect understanding;
+it was "F&mdash;F&mdash;F" in the Morse code, the
+call of one operator to another. Was it accident?
+Mr. Grimm wondered, and wondering he
+went on talking lazily:
+</p>
+<p>
+"Curious, isn't it, the smaller the nation the
+more color it crowds into the uniforms of its
+diplomatists? The British ambassador, you will
+observe, is clothed sanely and modestly, as befits
+the representative of a great nation; but coming
+on down by way of Spain and Italy, they
+get more gorgeous. However, I dare say as
+stout a heart beats beneath a sky-blue sash as
+behind the unembellished black of evening
+dress."
+</p>
+<p>
+"F&mdash;F&mdash;F," the fan was calling insistently.
+</p>
+<p>
+And then the answer came. It took the unexpectedly
+prosaic form of a violent sneeze, a
+vociferous outburst on a bench directly behind
+Mr. Grimm. Se&ntilde;orita Rodriguez jumped, then
+laughed nervously.
+</p>
+<p>
+"It startled me," she explained.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I think there must be a draft from the
+conservatory," said a man's voice apologetically.
+"Do you ladies feel it? No? Well, if
+you'll excuse me&mdash;?"
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm glanced back languidly. The
+speaker was Charles Winthrop Rankin, a brilliant
+young American lawyer who was attached
+to the German embassy in an advisory capacity.
+Among other things he was a Heidelberg man,
+having spent some dozen years of his life in
+Germany, where he established influential connections.
+Mr. Grimm knew him only by sight.
+</p>
+<p>
+And now the rhythmical tapping of Miss
+Thorne's fan underwent a change. There was
+a flutter of gaiety in her voice the while the
+ivory fan tapped steadily.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Dot-dot-dot! Dash! Dash-dash-dash! Dot-dot-dash!
+Dash!"
+</p>
+<p>
+"S&mdash;t&mdash;5&mdash;u&mdash;t," Mr. Grimm read in Morse.
+He laughed pleasantly at some remark of his
+companion.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Dash-dash! Dot-dash! Dash-dot!" said the
+fan.
+</p>
+<p>
+"M&mdash;a&mdash;n," Mr. Grimm spelled it out, the
+while his listless eyes roved aimlessly over the
+throng. "S&mdash;t&mdash;5&mdash;u&mdash;t m&mdash;a&mdash;n!" Was it
+meant for "stout man?" Mr. Grimm wondered.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Dot-dash-dot! Dot! Dash-dot-dot!"
+</p>
+<p>
+"F&mdash;e&mdash;d," that was.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Dot-dot-dash-dot! Dot-dash! Dash-dot-dash-dot!
+Dot!"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Q&mdash;a&mdash;j&mdash;e!" Mr. Grimm was puzzled a
+little now, but there was not a wrinkle, nor the
+tiniest indication of perplexity in his face. Instead
+he began talking of Raphael's cherubs, the
+remark being called into life by the high complexion
+of a young man who was passing. Miss
+Thorne glanced at him once keenly, her splendid
+eyes fairly aglow, and the fan rattled on in the
+code.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Dash-dot! Dot! Dot-dash! Dot-dash-dot!"
+</p>
+<p>
+"N&mdash;e&mdash;a&mdash;f." Mr. Grimm was still spelling
+it out.
+</p>
+<p>
+Then came a perfect jumble. Mr. Grimm
+followed it with difficulty, a difficulty utterly
+belied by the quizzical lines about his mouth.
+As he caught it, it was like this: " J&mdash;5&mdash;n&mdash;s&mdash;e&mdash;f&mdash;v&mdash;a&mdash;t&mdash;5&mdash;f,"
+followed by an arbitrary
+signal which is not in the Morse code:
+"Dash-dot-dash-dash!"
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm carefully stored that jumble
+away in some recess of his brain, along with the
+unknown signal.
+</p>
+<p>
+"D&mdash;5&mdash;5&mdash;f," he read, and then, on to the
+end: "B&mdash;f&mdash;i&mdash;n&mdash;g 5&mdash;v&mdash;e&mdash;f w&mdash;h&mdash;e&mdash;n
+g g&mdash;5&mdash;e&mdash;s."
+</p>
+<p>
+That was all, apparently. The soft clatter
+of the fan against the arm of the chair ran on
+meaninglessly after that.
+</p>
+<p>
+"May I bring you an ice?" Mr. Grimm asked
+at last.
+</p>
+<p>
+"If you will, please," responded the se&ntilde;orita,
+"and when you come back I'll reward you by
+presenting you to Miss Thorne. You'll find her
+charming; and Mr. Cadwallader has monopolized
+her long enough."
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm bowed and left her. He had
+barely disappeared when Mr. Rankin lounged
+along in front of Miss Thorne. He glanced
+at her, paused and greeted her effusively.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Why, Miss Thorne!" he exclaimed. "I'm
+delighted to see you here. I understood you
+would not be present, and&mdash;"
+</p>
+<p>
+Their hands met in a friendly clasp as she
+rose and moved away, with a nod of excuse to
+Mr. Cadwallader. A thin slip of paper, thrice
+folded, passed from Mr. Rankin to her. She
+tugged at her glove, and thrust the little paper,
+still folded, inside the palm.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Is it yes, or no?" Miss Thorne asked in a
+low tone.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Frankly, I can't say," was the reply.
+</p>
+<p>
+"He read the message," she explained hastily,
+"and now he has gone to decipher it."
+</p>
+<p>
+She gathered up her trailing skirts over one
+arm, and together they glided away through the
+crowd to the strains of a Strauss waltz.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I'm going to faint in a moment," she said
+quite calmly to Mr. Rankin. "Please have me
+sent to the ladies' dressing-room."
+</p>
+<p>
+"I understand," he replied quietly.
+</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<a name="CH4"><!-- CHAPTER 4 --></a>
+<h3>
+	IV
+</h3>
+
+<h3>
+THE FLEEING WOMAN
+</h3>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm went straight to a quiet
+nook of the smoking-room and there,
+after a moment, Mr. Campbell joined
+him. The bland benevolence of the chief's face
+was disturbed by the slightest questioning uplift
+of his brows as he dropped into a seat opposite
+Mr. Grimm, and lighted a cigar. Mr.
+Grimm raised his hand, and a servant who stood
+near, approached them.
+</p>
+<p>
+"An ice&mdash;here," Mr. Grimm directed tersely.
+</p>
+<p>
+The servant bowed and disappeared, and Mr.
+Grimm hastily scribbled something on a sheet
+of paper and handed it to his chief.
+</p>
+<p>
+"There is a reading, in the Morse code, of a
+message that seems to be unintelligible," Mr.
+Grimm explained. "I have reason to believe it
+is in the Continental code. You know the Continental&mdash;I
+don't."
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Campbell read this:
+</p>
+<p>
+"St5ut man fed qaje neaf j5nsefvat5f," and
+then came the unknown, dash-dot-dash-dash.
+"That," he explained, "is Y in the Continental
+code." It went on: "d55f bfing 5vef when g
+g5es."
+</p>
+<p>
+The chief read it off glibly:
+</p>
+<p>
+"Stout man, red face, near conservatory door.
+Bring over when G goes."
+</p>
+<p>
+"Very well!" commented Mr. Grimm ambiguously.
+</p>
+<p>
+With no word of explanation, he rose and
+went out, pausing at the door to take the ice
+which the servant was bringing in. The seat
+where he had left Se&ntilde;orita Rodriguez was vacant;
+so was the chair where Miss Thorne had
+been. He glanced about inquiringly, and a
+servant who stood stolidly near the conservatory
+door approached him.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Pardon, sir, but the lady who was sitting
+here," and he indicated the chair where Miss
+Thorne had been sitting, "fainted while dancing,
+and the lady who was with you went along when
+she was removed to the ladies' dressing-room,
+sir."
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm's teeth closed with a little snap.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Did you happen to notice any time this evening
+a stout gentleman, with red face, near the
+conservatory door?" he asked.
+</p>
+<p>
+The servant pondered a moment, then shook
+his head.
+</p>
+<p>
+"No, sir."
+</p>
+<p>
+"Thank you."
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm was just turning away, when
+there came the sharp, vibrant cra-a-sh! of a revolver,
+somewhere off to his left. The president!
+That was his first thought. One glance
+across the room to where the chief executive
+stood, in conversation with two other gentlemen,
+reassured him. The choleric blue eyes of
+the president had opened a little at the sound,
+then he calmly resumed the conversation. Mr.
+Grimm impulsively started toward the little
+group, but already a cordon was being drawn
+there&mdash;a cordon of quiet-faced, keen-eyed men,
+unobstrusively forcing their way through the
+crowd. There was Johnson, and Hastings, and
+Blair, and half a dozen others.
+</p>
+<p>
+The room had been struck dumb. The
+dancers stopped, with tense, inquiring looks,
+and the plaintive whine of the orchestra, far
+away, faltered, then ceased. There was one
+brief instant of utter silence in which white-faced
+women clung to the arms of their escorts,
+and the brilliant galaxy of colors halted. Then,
+after a moment, there came clearly through the
+stillness, the excited, guttural command of the
+German ambassador.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Keep on blaying, you tam fools! Keep on
+blaying!"
+</p>
+<p>
+The orchestra started again tremulously.
+Mr. Grimm nodded a silent approval of the
+ambassador's command, then turned away toward
+his left, in the direction of the shot. After
+the first dismay, there was a general movement
+of the crowd in that direction, a movement which
+was checked by Mr. Campbell's appearance upon
+a chair, with a smile on his bland face.
+</p>
+<p>
+"No harm done," he called. "One of the officers
+present dropped his revolver, and it was
+accidently discharged. No harm done."
+</p>
+<p>
+There was a moment's excited chatter, deep-drawn
+breaths of relief, the orchestra swung
+again into the interrupted rhythm, and the
+dancers moved on. Mr. Grimm went straight to
+his chief, who had stepped down from the chair.
+Two other Secret Service men stood behind him,
+blocking the doorway that opened into a narrow
+hall.
+</p>
+<p>
+"This way," directed the chief tersely.
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm walked along beside him. They
+skirted the end of the ball-room until they came
+to another door opening into the hall. Chief
+Campbell pushed it open, and entered. One of
+his men stood just inside.
+</p>
+<p>
+"What was it, Gray?" asked the chief.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Se&ntilde;or Alvarez, of the Mexican legation, was
+shot," was the reply.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Dead?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Only wounded. He's in that room," and he
+indicated a door a little way down the hall.
+"Fairchild, two servants, and a physician are
+with him."
+</p>
+<p>
+"Who shot him?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Don't know. We found him lying in the
+hall here."
+</p>
+<p>
+Still followed by Mr. Grimm, the chief entered
+the room, and together they bent over the
+wounded man. The bullet had entered the torso
+just below the ribs on the left side.
+</p>
+<p>
+"It's a clean wound," the physician was explaining.
+"The bullet passed through. There's
+no immediate danger."
+</p>
+<p>
+Se&ntilde;or Alvarez opened his eyes, and stared
+about him in bewilderment; then alarm overspread
+his face, and he made spasmodic efforts
+to reach the inside breast pocket of his coat.
+Mr. Grimm obligingly thrust his hand into the
+pocket and drew out its contents, the while
+Se&ntilde;or Alvarez struggled frantically.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Just a moment," Mr. Grimm advised quietly.
+"I'm only going to let you see if it is here.
+Is it?"
+</p>
+<p>
+He held the papers, one by one, in front of
+the wounded man, and each time a shake of the
+head was his answer. At the last Se&ntilde;or Alvarez
+closed his eyes again.
+</p>
+<p>
+"What sort of paper was it?" inquired Mr.
+Grimm.
+</p>
+<p>
+"None of your business," came the curt answer.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Who shot you?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"None of your business."
+</p>
+<p>
+"A man?"
+</p>
+<p>
+Se&ntilde;or Alvarez was silent.
+</p>
+<p>
+"A woman?"
+</p>
+<p>
+Still silence.
+</p>
+<p>
+With some new idea Mr. Grimm turned away
+suddenly and started out into the hall. He met
+a maid-servant at the door, coming in. Her
+face was blanched, and she stuttered through
+sheer excitement.
+</p>
+<p>
+"A lady, sir&mdash;a lady&mdash;" she began babblingly.
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm calmly closed the door, shutting
+in the wounded man, Chief Campbell and the
+others. Then he caught the maid sharply by
+the arm and shook some coherence into her disordered
+brain.
+</p>
+<p>
+"A lady&mdash;she ran away, sir," the girl went
+on, in blank surprise.
+</p>
+<p>
+"What lady?" demanded Mr. Grimm coldly.
+"Where did she run from? Why did she run?"
+The maid stared at him with mouth agape. "Begin
+at the beginning."
+</p>
+<p>
+"I was in that room, farther down the hall,
+sir," the maid explained. "The door was open.
+I heard the shot, and it frightened me so&mdash;I
+don't know&mdash;I was afraid to look out right
+away, sir. Then, an instant later, a lady come
+running along the hall, sir&mdash;that way," and
+she indicated the rear of the house. "Then I
+came to the door and looked out to see who it
+was, and what was the matter, sir. I was standing
+there when a man&mdash;a man came along after
+the lady, and banged the door in my face, sir.
+The door had a spring lock, and I was so&mdash;so
+frightened and excited I couldn't open it right
+away, sir, and&mdash;and when I did I came here to
+see what was the matter." She drew a deep
+breath and stopped.
+</p>
+<p>
+"That all?" demanded Mr. Grimm.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Yes, sir, except&mdash;except the lady had a pistol
+in her hand, sir&mdash;"
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm regarded her in silence for a
+moment.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Who was the lady?" he asked at last.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I forget her name, sir. She was the lady
+who&mdash;who fainted in the ball-room, sir, just a
+few minutes ago."
+</p>
+<p>
+Whatever emotion may have been aroused
+within Mr. Grimm it certainly found no expression
+in his face. When he spoke again his
+voice was quite calm.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Miss Thorne, perhaps?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Yes, sir, that's the name&mdash;Miss Thorne. I
+was in the ladies' dressing-room when she was
+brought in, sir, and I remember some one called
+her name."
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm took the girl, still a-quiver with
+excitement, and led her along the hall to where
+Gray stood.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Take this girl in charge, Gray," he directed.
+"Lock her up, if necessary. Don't permit her
+to say one word to anybody&mdash;<i>anybody</i> you understand,
+except the chief."
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm left them there. He passed along
+the hall, glancing in each room as he went,
+until he came to a short flight of stairs leading
+toward the kitchen. He went on down
+silently. The lights were burning, but the place
+was still, deserted. All the servants who belonged
+there were evidently, for the moment,
+transferred to other posts. He passed on
+through the kitchen and out the back door into
+the street.
+</p>
+<p>
+A little distance away, leaning against a
+lamp-post, a man was standing. He might
+have been waiting for a car. Mr. Grimm approached
+him.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Beg pardon," he said, "did you see a woman
+come out of the back door, there?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Yes, just a moment or so ago," replied the
+stranger. "She got into an automobile at the
+corner. I imagine this is hers," and he extended
+a handkerchief, a dainty, perfumed trifle
+of lace. "I picked it up immediately after she
+passed."
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm took the handkerchief and examined
+it under the light. For a time he was
+thoughtful, with lowered eyes, which, finally
+raised, met those of the stranger with a scrutinizing
+stare.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Why," asked Mr. Grimm slowly and distinctly,
+"why did you slam the door in the girl's
+face?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Why did I&mdash;what?" came the answering
+question.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Why did you slam the door in the girl's
+face?" Mr. Grimm repeated slowly.
+</p>
+<p>
+The stranger stared in utter amazement&mdash;an
+amazement so frank, so unacted, so genuine,
+that Mr. Grimm was satisfied.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Did you see a man come out the door?" Mr.
+Grimm pursued.
+</p>
+<p>
+"No. Say, young fellow, I guess you've had
+a little too much to drink, haven't you?"
+</p>
+<p>
+But by that time Mr. Grimm was turning the
+corner.
+</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<a name="CH5"><!-- CHAPTER 5 --></a>
+<h3>
+	V
+</h3>
+<h3>
+A VISIT TO THE COUNT
+</h3>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>
+The bland serenity of Mr. Campbell's
+face was disturbed by thin, spidery lines
+of perplexity, and the guileless blue eyes
+were vacant as he stared at the top of his desk.
+Mr. Grimm was talking.
+</p>
+<p>
+"From the moment Miss Thorne turned the
+corner I lost all trace of her," he said. "Either
+she had an automobile in waiting, or else she was
+lucky enough to find one immediately she came
+out. She did not return to the embassy ball last
+night&mdash;that much is certain." He paused reflectively.
+"She is a guest of Se&ntilde;orita Inez
+Rodriguez at the Venezuelan legation," he added.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Yes, I know," his chief nodded.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I didn't attempt to see her there last night
+for two reasons," Mr. Grimm continued. "First,
+she can have no possible knowledge of the fact
+that she is suspected, unless perhaps the man
+who slammed the door&mdash;" He paused. "Anyway,
+she will not attempt to leave Washington;
+I am confident of that. Again, it didn't seem
+wise to me to employ the ordinary crude police
+methods in the case&mdash;that is, go to the Venezuelan
+legation and kick up a row."
+</p>
+<p>
+For a long time Campbell was silent; the perplexed
+lines still furrowed his benevolent forehead.
+</p>
+<p>
+"The president is very anxious that we get
+to facts in this reported Latin alliance as soon
+as possible," he said at last, irrelevantly. "He
+mentioned the matter last night, and he has been
+keeping in constant communication with Gault,
+in Lisbon, who, however, has not been able to
+add materially to the original despatch. Under
+all the circumstances don't you think it would
+be best for me to relieve you of the investigation
+of this shooting affair so that you can concentrate
+on this greater and more important
+thing?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Will Se&ntilde;or Alvarez die?" asked Mr. Grimm
+in turn.
+</p>
+<p>
+"His condition is serious, although the wound
+is not necessarily fatal," was the reply.
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm arose, stretched his long legs and
+stood for a little while gazing out the window.
+Finally he turned to his chief:
+</p>
+<p>
+"What do we know, here in the bureau, about
+Miss Thorne?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Thus far the reports on her are of the usual
+perfunctory nature," Mr. Campbell explained.
+He drew a card from a pigeonhole of his desk
+and glanced at it. "She arrived in Washington
+two weeks and two days ago from New York,
+off the <i>Lusitania</i>, from Liverpool. She brought
+some sort of an introduction to Count di Rosini,
+the Italian ambassador, and he obtained for her
+a special invitation to the state ball, which was
+held that night. Until four days ago she was
+a guest at the Italian embassy, but now, as you
+know, is a guest at the Venezuelan legation.
+Since her arrival here she has been prominently
+pushed forward into society; she has gone
+everywhere, and been received everywhere in the
+diplomatic set. We have no knowledge of her
+beyond this."
+</p>
+<p>
+There was a question in Mr. Grimm's listless
+eyes as they met those of his chief. The same
+line of thought was running in both their minds,
+born, perhaps, of the association of ideas&mdash;Italy
+as one of three great nations known to be
+in the Latin compact; Prince Benedetto d'Abruzzi,
+of Italy, the secret envoy of three countries;
+the sudden appearance of Miss Thorne
+at the Italian embassy. And in the mind of the
+younger man there was more than this&mdash;a definite
+knowledge of a message cunningly transmitted
+to Mr. Rankin, of the German embassy,
+by Miss Thorne there in the ball-room.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Can you imagine&mdash;" he asked slowly, "can
+you imagine a person who would be of more
+value to the Latin governments in Washington
+right at this stage of the negotiations than a
+brilliant woman agent?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"I most certainly can not," was the chief's unhesitating
+response.
+</p>
+<p>
+"In that case I <i>don't</i> think it would be wise to
+transfer the investigation of the shooting affair
+to another man," said Mr. Grimm emphatically,
+reverting to his chief's question. "I think, on
+the contrary, we should find out more about Miss
+Thorne."
+</p>
+<p>
+"Precisely," Campbell agreed.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Ask all the great capitals about her&mdash;Madrid,
+Paris and Rome, particularly; then, perhaps,
+London and Berlin and St. Petersburg."
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Campbell thoughtfully scribbled the
+names of the cities on a slip of paper.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Do you intend to arrest Miss Thorne for the
+shooting?" he queried.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I don't know," replied Mr. Grimm frankly.
+"I don't know," he repeated musingly. "If I
+<i>do</i> arrest her immediately I may cut off a clue
+which will lead to the other affair. I don't
+know," he concluded.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Use your own judgment, and bear in mind
+that a man&mdash;<i>a man</i> slammed the door in the
+maid's face."
+</p>
+<p>
+"I shall not forget him," Mr. Grimm answered.
+"Now I'm going over to talk to Count
+di Rosini for a while."
+</p>
+<p>
+The young man went out, thoughtfully tugging
+at his gloves. The Italian ambassador received
+him with an inquiring uplift of his dark
+brows.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I came to make some inquiries in regard to
+Miss Thorne&mdash;Miss Isabel Thorne," Mr. Grimm
+informed him frankly.
+</p>
+<p>
+The count was surprised, but it didn't appear
+in his face.
+</p>
+<p>
+"As I understand it," the young man pursued,
+"you are sponsor for her in Washington?"
+</p>
+<p>
+The count, evasively diplomatic, born and
+bred in a school of caution, considered the question
+from every standpoint.
+</p>
+<p>
+"It may be that I am so regarded," he admitted
+at last.
+</p>
+<p>
+"May I inquire if the sponsorship is official,
+personal, social, or all three?" Mr. Grimm continued.
+</p>
+<p>
+There was silence for a long time.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I don't see the trend of your questioning,"
+said the ambassador finally. "Miss Thorne is
+worthy of my protection in every way."
+</p>
+<p>
+"Let's suppose a case," suggested Mr. Grimm
+blandly. "Suppose Miss Thorne had&mdash;had, let
+us say, shot a man, and he was about to die,
+would you feel justified in withdrawing that&mdash;that
+protection, as you call it?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Such a thing is preposterous!" exclaimed
+the ambassador. "The utter absurdity of such
+a charge would impel me to offer her every assistance."
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm nodded.
+</p>
+<p>
+"And if it were proved to your satisfaction
+that she <i>did</i> shoot him?" he went on evenly.
+</p>
+<p>
+The count's lips were drawn together in a
+straight line.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Whom, may I ask," he inquired frigidly,
+"are we supposing that Miss Thorne shot?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"No one, particularly," Mr. Grimm assured
+him easily. "Just suppose that she <i>had</i> shot
+anybody&mdash;me, say, or Se&ntilde;or Alvarez?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"I can't answer a question so ridiculous as
+that."
+</p>
+<p>
+"And suppose we go a little further," Mr.
+Grimm insisted pleasantly, "and assume that
+you <i>knew</i> she <i>had</i> shot some one, say Se&ntilde;or Alvarez,
+and you <i>could</i> protect her from the consequences,
+<i>would</i> you?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"I decline to suppose anything so utterly absurd,"
+was the rejoinder.
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm sat with his elbows on his knees,
+idly twisting a seal ring on his little finger.
+The searching eyes of the ambassador found his
+face blankly inscrutable.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Diplomatic representatives in Washington
+have certain obligations to this government,"
+the young man reminded him. "We&mdash;that is,
+the government of the United States&mdash;undertake
+to guarantee the personal safety of every
+accredited representative; in return for that protection
+we must insist upon the name and identity
+of a dangerous person who may be known
+to any foreign representative. Understand,
+please, I'm not asserting that Miss Thorne is
+a dangerous person. You are sponsor for her
+here. Is she, in every way, worthy of your protection?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Yes," said the ambassador flatly.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I can take it, then, that the introduction she
+brought to you is from a person whose position
+is high enough to insure Miss Thorne's position?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"That is correct."
+</p>
+<p>
+"Very well!"
+</p>
+<p>
+And Mr. Grimm went away.
+</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<a name="CH6"><!-- CHAPTER 6 --></a>
+<h3>
+	VI
+</h3>
+
+<h3>
+REVELATIONS
+</h3>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>
+Some vague, indefinable shadow darkened
+Miss Thorne's clear, blue-gray eyes, in
+sharp contrast to the glow of radiant
+health in her cheeks, as she stepped from an automobile
+in front of the Venezuelan legation,
+and ran lightly up the steps. A liveried servant
+opened the door.
+</p>
+<p>
+"A gentleman is waiting for you, Madam,"
+he announced. "His card is here on the&mdash;"
+</p>
+<p>
+"I was expecting him," she interrupted.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Which room, please?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"The blue room, Madam."
+</p>
+<p>
+Miss Thorne passed along the hallway which
+led to a suite of small drawing-rooms opening
+on a garden in the rear, pushed aside the porti&egrave;res,
+and entered.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I'm sorry I've kept you&mdash;" she began, and
+then, in a tone of surprise: "I beg your pardon."
+</p>
+<p>
+A gentleman rose and bowed gravely.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I am Mr. Grimm of the Secret Service," he
+informed her with frank courtesy. "I am afraid
+you were expecting some one else; I handed my
+card to the footman."
+</p>
+<p>
+For an instant the blue-gray eyes opened
+wide in astonishment, and then some quick,
+subtle change swept over Miss Thorne's face.
+She smiled graciously and motioned him to a
+seat.
+</p>
+<p>
+"This is quite a different meeting from the
+one Se&ntilde;orita Rodriguez had planned, isn't it?"
+she asked.
+</p>
+<p>
+There was a taunting curve on her scarlet
+lips; the shadow passed from her eyes; her slim,
+white hands lay idle in her lap. Mr. Grimm regarded
+her reflectively. There was a determination
+of steel back of this charming exterior;
+there was an indomitable will, a keen brain, and
+all of a woman's intuition to reckon with. She
+was silent, with a questioning upward slant of
+her arched brows.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I am not mistaken in assuming that you are
+a secret agent of the Italian government, am I?"
+he queried finally.
+</p>
+<p>
+"No," she responded readily.
+</p>
+<p>
+"In that event I may speak with perfect
+frankness?" he went on. "It would be as useless
+as it would be absurd to approach the matter in
+any other manner?" It was a question.
+</p>
+<p>
+Miss Thorne was still smiling, but again the
+vague, indefinable shadow, momentarily lifted,
+darkened her eyes.
+</p>
+<p>
+"You may be frank, of course," she said
+pleasantly. "Please go on."
+</p>
+<p>
+"Se&ntilde;or Alvarez was shot at the German Embassy
+Ball last night," Mr. Grimm told her.
+</p>
+<p>
+Miss Thorne nodded, as if in wonder.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Did you, or did you not, shoot him?"
+</p>
+<p>
+It was quite casual. She received the question
+without change of countenance, but involuntarily
+she caught her breath. It might have been
+a sigh of relief.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Why do you come to me with such a query?"
+she asked in turn.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I beg your pardon," interposed Mr. Grimm
+steadily. "Did you, or did you not, shoot him?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"No, of course I didn't shoot him," was the
+reply. If there was any emotion in the tone it
+was merely impatience. "Why do you come to
+me?" she repeated.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Why do I come to you?" Mr. Grimm echoed
+the question, while his listless eyes rested on
+her face. "I will be absolutely frank, as I feel
+sure you would be under the same circumstances."
+He paused a moment; she nodded.
+"Well, immediately after the shooting you ran
+along the hallway with a revolver in your hand;
+you ran down the steps into the kitchen, and out
+through the back door, where you entered an automobile.
+That is not conjecture; it is susceptible
+of proof by eye witnesses."
+</p>
+<p>
+Miss Thorne rose suddenly with a queer, helpless
+little gesture of her arms, and walked to the
+window. She stood there for a long time with
+her hands clasped behind her back.
+</p>
+<p>
+"That brings us to another question," Mr.
+Grimm continued mercilessly. "If you did not
+shoot Se&ntilde;or Alvarez, do you know who did?"
+</p>
+<p>
+There was another long pause.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I want to believe you, Miss Thorne," he supplemented.
+</p>
+<p>
+She turned quickly with something of defiance
+in her attitude.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Yes, I know," she said slowly. "It were useless
+to deny it."
+</p>
+<p>
+"Who was it?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"I won't tell you."
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm leaned forward in his chair, and
+spoke earnestly.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Understand, please, that by that answer you
+assume equal guilt with the person who actually
+did the shooting," he explained. "If you adhere
+to it you compel me to regard you as an accomplice."
+His questioning took a different line.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Will you explain how the revolver came into
+your possession?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Oh, I&mdash;I picked it up in the hallway there,"
+she replied vaguely.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I want to believe you, Miss Thorne," Mr.
+Grimm said again.
+</p>
+<p>
+"You may. I picked it up in the hallway,"
+she repeated. "I saw it lying there and picked
+it up."
+</p>
+<p>
+"Why that, instead of giving an alarm?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"No alarm was necessary. The shot itself
+was an alarm."
+</p>
+<p>
+"Then why," Mr. Grimm persisted coldly,
+"did you run along the hallway and escape by
+way of the kitchen? If you did not do the
+shooting, why the necessity of escape, carrying
+the revolver?"
+</p>
+<p>
+There was that in the blue-gray eyes which
+brought Mr. Grimm to his feet. His hands
+gripped each other cruelly; his tone was calm as
+always.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Why did you take the revolver?" he asked.
+</p>
+<p>
+Miss Thorne's head drooped forward a little,
+and she was silent.
+</p>
+<p>
+"There are only two possibilities, of course,"
+he went on. "First, that you, in spite of your
+denial, did the shooting."
+</p>
+<p>
+"I did not!" The words fairly burst from
+her tightly closed lips.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Or that you knew the revolver, and took it
+to save the person, man or woman, who fired the
+shot. I will assume, for the moment, that this
+is correct. Where is the revolver?"
+</p>
+<p>
+From the adjoining room there came a slight
+noise, a faint breath of sound; or it might have
+been only an echo of silence. Their eyes were
+fixed each upon the others unwaveringly, with
+not a flicker to indicate that either had heard.
+After a moment Miss Thorne returned to her
+chair and sat down.
+</p>
+<p>
+"It's rather a singular situation, isn't it, Mr.
+Grimm?" she inquired irrelevantly. "You, Mr.
+Grimm of the Secret Service of the United
+States; I, Isabel Thorne, a secret agent of Italy
+together here, one accusing the other of a crime,
+and perhaps with good reason."
+</p>
+<p>
+"Where is the revolver?" Mr. Grimm insisted.
+</p>
+<p>
+"If you were any one else <i>but</i> you! I could
+not afford to be frank with you and&mdash;"
+</p>
+<p>
+"If you had been any one else but <i>you</i> I
+should have placed you under arrest when I entered
+the room."
+</p>
+<p>
+She smiled, and inclined her head.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I understand," she said pleasantly. "For
+the reason that you are Mr. Grimm of the Secret
+Service I shall tell you the truth. I <i>did</i> take
+the revolver because I knew who had fired the
+shot. Believe me when I tell you that that person
+did not act with my knowledge or consent.
+You do believe that? You do?" She was pleading,
+eager to convince him.
+</p>
+<p>
+After a while Mr. Grimm nodded.
+</p>
+<p>
+"The revolver is beyond your reach and shall
+remain so," she resumed. "According to your
+laws I suppose I am an accomplice. That is my
+misfortune. It will in no way alter my determination
+to keep silent. If I am arrested I can't
+help it." She studied his face with hopeful eyes.
+"Am I to be arrested?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Where is the paper that was taken from
+Se&ntilde;or Alvarez immediately after he was shot?"
+Mr. Grimm queried.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I don't know," she replied frankly.
+</p>
+<p>
+"As I understand it, then, the motive for the
+shooting was to obtain possession of that paper?
+For your government?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"The individual who shot Se&ntilde;or Alvarez <i>did</i>
+obtain the paper, yes. And now, please, am I
+to be arrested?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"And just what was the purpose, may I inquire,
+of the message you telegraphed with your
+fan in the ball-room?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"You read that?" exclaimed Miss Thorne in
+mock astonishment. "You read that?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"And the man who read that message? Perhaps
+he shot the se&ntilde;or?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Perhaps," she taunted.
+</p>
+<p>
+For a long time Mr. Grimm stood staring at
+her, staring, staring. She, too, rose, and faced
+him quietly.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Am I to be arrested?" she asked again.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Why do you make me do it?" he demanded.
+</p>
+<p>
+"That is my affair."
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm laid a hand upon her arm, a hand
+that had never known nervousness. A moment
+longer he stared, and then:
+</p>
+<p>
+"Madam, you are my prisoner for the attempted
+murder of Se&ntilde;or Alvarez!"
+</p>
+<p>
+The rings on the porti&egrave;res behind him clicked
+sharply, and the draperies parted. Mr. Grimm
+stood motionless, with his hand on Miss Thorne's
+arm.
+</p>
+<p>
+"You were inquiring a moment ago for a revolver,"
+came in a man's voice. "Here it is!"
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm found himself inspecting the
+weapon from the barrel end. After a moment
+his glance shifted to the blazing eyes of the man
+who held it&mdash;a young man, rather slight, with
+clean-cut, aristocratic features, and of the pronounced
+Italian type.
+</p>
+
+<a name="image-2"><!-- Image 2 --></a>
+<p class="figure">
+<a href="images/img2.jpg">
+<img width="60%" src="images/img2.jpg"
+alt="He Found Himself inspecting the Weapon from the Barrel End."/></a><br />
+<b>"He Found Himself inspecting the Weapon from the Barrel End."</b>
+</p>
+
+<p>
+"My God!" The words came from Miss
+Thorne's lips almost in a scream. "Don't&mdash;!"
+</p>
+<p>
+"I did make some inquiries about a revolver,
+yes," Mr. Grimm interrupted quietly. "Is this
+the one?"
+</p>
+<p>
+He raised his hand quite casually, and his
+fingers closed like steel around the weapon. Behind
+his back Miss Thorne made some quick emphatic
+gesture, and the new-comer released the
+revolver.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I shall ask you, please, to free Miss Thorne,"
+he requested courteously. "I shot Se&ntilde;or Alvarez.
+I, too, am a secret agent of the Italian government,
+willing and able to defend myself. Miss
+Thorne has told you the truth; she had nothing
+whatever to do with it. She took the weapon
+and escaped because it was mine. Here is the
+paper that was taken from Se&ntilde;or Alvarez," and
+he offered a sealed envelope. "I have read it;
+it is not what I expected. You may return it to
+Se&ntilde;or Alvarez with my compliments."
+</p>
+<p>
+After a moment Mr. Grimm's hand fell away
+from Miss Thorne's arm, and he regarded the
+new-comer with an interest in which admiration,
+even, played a part.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Your name?" he asked finally.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Pietro Petrozinni," was the ready reply.
+"As I say, I accept all responsibility."
+</p>
+<p>
+A few minutes later Mr. Grimm and his prisoner
+passed out of the legation side by side, and
+strolled down the street together, in amicable
+conversation. Half an hour later Se&ntilde;or Alvarez
+identified Pietro Petrozinni as the man who shot
+him; and the maid servant expressed a belief
+that he was the man who slammed the door in her
+face.
+</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<a name="CH7"><!-- CHAPTER 7 --></a>
+<h3>
+	VII
+</h3>
+
+<h3>
+THE SIGNAL
+</h3>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>
+"And the original question remains unanswered,"
+remarked Mr. Campbell.
+</p>
+<p>
+"The original question?" repeated
+Mr. Grimm.
+</p>
+<p>
+"<i>Where</i> is Prince Benedetto d'Abruzzi, the
+secret envoy?" his chief reminded him.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I wonder!" mused the young man.
+</p>
+<p>
+"If the Latin compact is signed in the United
+States&mdash;?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"The Latin compact will <i>not</i> be signed in the
+United States," Mr. Grimm interrupted. And
+then, after a moment: "Have we received any
+further reports on Miss Thorne? I mean reports
+from our foreign agents?"
+</p>
+<p>
+The chief shook his head.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Inevitably, by some act or word, she will lead
+us to the prince," declared Mr. Grimm, "and the
+moment he is known to us everything becomes
+plain sailing. We know she <i>is</i> a secret agent&mdash;I expected
+a denial, but she was quite frank
+about it. And I had no intention whatever of
+placing her under arrest. I knew some one was
+in the adjoining room because of a slight noise
+in there, and I knew she knew it. She raised her
+voice a little, obviously for the benefit of whoever
+was there. From that point everything I
+said and did was to compel that person, whoever
+it was, to show himself."
+</p>
+<p>
+His chief nodded, understandingly.  Mr.
+Grimm was silent for a little, then went on:
+</p>
+<p>
+"The last possibility in my mind at that moment,"
+he confessed, "was that the person in
+there was the man who shot Se&ntilde;or Alvarez.
+Frankly I had half an idea that&mdash;that it might
+be the prince in person." Suddenly his mood
+changed: "And now our lady of mystery may
+come and go as she likes because I know, even if
+a dozen of our men have ransacked Washington
+in vain for the prince, she will inevitably lead
+us to him. And that reminds me: I should like
+to borrow Blair, and Hastings, and Johnson.
+Please plant them so they may keep constant
+watch on Miss Thorne. Let them report to you,
+and, wherever I am, I will reach you over the
+'phone."
+</p>
+<p>
+"By the way, what was in that sealed packet
+that was taken from Se&ntilde;or Alvarez?" Campbell
+inquired curiously.
+</p>
+<p>
+"It had something to do with some railroad
+franchises," responded Mr. Grimm as he rose.
+"I sealed it again and returned it to the se&ntilde;or.
+Evidently it was not what Signor Petrozinni expected
+to find&mdash;in fact, he admitted it wasn't
+what he was looking for."
+</p>
+<p>
+For a little while the two men gazed thoughtfully,
+each into the eyes of the other, then Mr.
+Grimm entered his private office where he sat for
+an hour with his immaculate boots on his desk,
+thinking. A world-war&mdash;he had been thrust
+forward by his government to prevent it&mdash;subtle
+blue-gray eyes&mdash;his Highness, Prince Benedetto
+d'Abruzzi&mdash;a haunting smile and scarlet lips.
+</p>
+<p>
+At about the moment he rose to go out, Miss
+Thorne, closely veiled, left the Venezuelan legation
+and walked rapidly down the street to a
+corner, where, without a word, she entered a
+waiting automobile. The wheels spun and the car
+leaped forward. For a mile or more it wound
+aimlessly in and out, occasionally bisecting its
+own path; finally Miss Thorne leaned forward
+and touched the chauffeur on the arm.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Now!" she said.
+</p>
+<p>
+The car straightened out into a street of
+stately residences and scuttled along until the
+placid bosom of the Potomac came into view;
+beside that for a few minutes, then over the
+bridge to the Virginia side, in the dilapidated
+little city of Alexandria. The car did not slacken
+its speed, but wound in and out through
+dingy streets, past tumble-down negro huts, for
+half an hour before it came to a standstill in
+front of an old brick mansion.
+</p>
+<p>
+"This is number ninety-seven," the chauffeur
+announced.
+</p>
+<p>
+Miss Thorne entered the house with a key
+and was gone for ten minutes, perhaps. She
+was readjusting her veil when she came out and
+stepped into the car silently. Again it moved
+forward, on to the end of the dingy street, and
+finally into the open country. Three, four, five
+miles, perhaps, out the old Baltimore Road, and
+again the car stopped, this time in front of an
+ancient colonial farm-house.
+</p>
+<p>
+Outwardly the place seemed to be deserted.
+The blinds, battered and stripped of paint by
+wind and rain, were all closed, and one corner
+of the small veranda had crumbled away from
+age and neglect. A narrow path, strewn with
+pine needles, led tortuously up to the door. In
+the rear of the house, rising from an old barn, a
+thin pole with a cup-like attachment at the apex,
+thrust its point into the open above the dense,
+odorous pines. It appeared to be a wireless
+mast. Miss Thorne passed around the house,
+and entered the barn.
+</p>
+<p>
+A man came forward and kissed her&mdash;a thin,
+little man of indeterminate age&mdash;drying his
+hands on a piece of cotton waste. His face was
+pale with the pallor of one who knows little outdoor
+life, his eyes deep-set and a-glitter with
+some feverish inward fire, and the thin lips were
+pressed together in a sharp line. Behind him
+was a long bench on which were scattered tools
+of various sorts, fantastically shaped chemical
+apparatus, two or three electric batteries of odd
+sizes, and ranged along one end of it, in a row,
+were a score or more metal spheroids, a shade
+larger than a one-pound shell. From somewhere
+in the rear came the clatter of a small gasoline
+engine, and still farther away was an electric
+dynamo.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Is the test arranged, Rosa?" the little man
+queried eagerly in Italian.
+</p>
+<p>
+"The date is not fixed yet," she replied in the
+same language. "It will be, I hope, within the
+next two weeks. And then&mdash;"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Fame and fortune for both of us," he interrupted
+with quick enthusiasm. "Ah, Rosa, I
+have worked and waited so long for this, and
+now it will come, and with it the dominion of the
+world again by our country. How will I know
+when the date is fixed? It would not be well to
+write me here."
+</p>
+<p>
+My lady of mystery stroked the slender,
+nervous hand caressingly, and a great affection
+shone in the blue-gray eyes.
+</p>
+<p>
+"At eight o'clock on the night of the test,"
+she explained, still speaking Italian, "a single
+light will appear at the apex of the capitol dome
+in Washington. That is the signal agreed
+upon; it can be seen by all in the city, and is
+visible here from the window of your bedroom."
+</p>
+<p>
+"Yes, yes," he exclaimed. The feverish glitter
+in his eyes deepened.
+</p>
+<p>
+"If there is a fog, of course you will not attempt
+the test," she went on.
+</p>
+<p>
+"No, not in a fog," he put in quickly. "It
+must be clear."
+</p>
+<p>
+"And if it is clear you can see the light in the
+dome without difficulty."
+</p>
+<p>
+"And all your plans are working out well?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Yes. And yours?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"I don't think there is any question but that
+both England and the United States will buy.
+Do you know what it means? Do you know what
+it means?" He was silent a moment, his hands
+working nervously. Then, with an effort: "And
+his Highness?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"His Highness is safe." The subtle eyes
+grew misty, thoughtful for a moment, then
+cleared again. "He is safe," she repeated.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Mexico and Venezuela were&mdash;?" he began.
+</p>
+<p>
+"We don't know, yet, what they will do. The
+Venezuelan answer is locked in the safe at the
+legation; I will know what it is within forty-eight
+hours." She was silent a little. "Our difficulty
+now, our greatest difficulty, is the hostility
+of the French ambassador to the compact.
+His government has not yet notified him of the
+presence of Prince d'Abruzzi; he does not believe
+in the feasibility of the plan, and we have
+to&mdash;to proceed to extremes to prevent him working
+against us."
+</p>
+<p>
+"But they <i>must</i> see the incalculable advantages
+to follow upon such a compact, with the
+vast power that will be given to them over the
+whole earth by this." He indicated the long,
+littered work-table. "They <i>must</i> see it."
+</p>
+<p>
+"They will see it, Luigi," said Miss Thorne
+gently. "And now, how are you? Are you
+well? Are you comfortable? It's such a dreary
+old place here."
+</p>
+<p>
+"I suppose so," he replied, and he met the solicitous
+blue-gray eyes for an instant. "Yes, I
+am quite comfortable," he added. "I have no
+time to be otherwise with all the work I must do.
+It will mean so much!"
+</p>
+<p>
+They were both silent for a time. Finally
+Miss Thorne walked over to the long table and
+curiously lifted one of the spheroids. It was a
+sinister looking thing, nickeled, glittering. At
+one end of it was a delicate, vibratory apparatus,
+not unlike the transmitter of a telephone,
+and the other end was threaded, as if the
+spheroid was made as an attachment to some
+other device.
+</p>
+<p>
+"With that we control the world!" exclaimed
+the man triumphantly. "And it's mine, Rosa,
+mine!"
+</p>
+<p>
+"It's wonderful!" she mused softly. "Wonderful!
+And now I must go. I may not see you
+again until after the test, because I shall be
+watched and followed wherever I go. If I get an
+opportunity I shall reach you by telephone, but
+not even that unless it is necessary. There is
+always danger, always danger!" she repeated
+thoughtfully. She was thinking of Mr. Grimm.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I understand," said the man simply.
+</p>
+<p>
+"And look out for the signal&mdash;the light in
+the apex of the capitol dome," she went on. "I
+understand the night must be perfectly clear;
+and <i>you</i> understand that the test is to be made
+promptly at three o'clock by your chronometer?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"At three o'clock," he repeated.
+</p>
+<p>
+For a moment they stood with their arms
+around each other, then tenderly his visitor
+kissed him, and went out. He remained looking
+after her vacantly until the chug-chug of her
+automobile, as it moved off down the road, was
+lost in the distance, then turned again to the
+long work-table.
+</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<a name="CH8"><!-- CHAPTER 8 --></a>
+<h3>
+	VIII
+</h3>
+
+<h3>
+MISS THORNE AND NOT MISS THORNE
+</h3>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>
+From a pleasant, wide-open bay-window
+of her apartments on the second floor,
+Miss Thorne looked out upon the avenue
+with inscrutable eyes. Behind the closely
+drawn shutters of another bay-window, farther
+down the avenue, on the corner, she knew a man
+named Hastings was hiding; she knew that for
+an hour or more he had been watching her as
+she wrote. In the other direction, in a house
+near the corner, another man named Blair was
+similarly ensconced, and he, too, had been watching
+as she wrote. There should be a third man,
+Johnson. Miss Thorne curiously studied the
+face of each passer-by, seeking therein something
+to remember.
+</p>
+<p>
+She sat at the little mahogany desk and a
+note with the ink yet wet upon it lay face up before
+her. It was addressed to Signor Pietro
+Petrozinni in the district prison, and read:
+</p>
+<blockquote><p>"My Dear Friend:
+</p>
+<p>
+"I have been waiting to write you with the
+hope that I could report Se&ntilde;or Alvarez out of
+danger, but his condition, I regret to say, remains
+unchanged. Shall I send an attorney to
+you? Would you like a book of any kind? Or
+some delicacy sent in from a restaurant? Can
+I be of any service to you in any way? If I can
+please drop me a line.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Sincerely,
+</p>
+<p>
+"Isabel Thorne."</p></blockquote>
+<p>
+At last she rose and standing in the window
+read the note over, folded it, placed it in an envelope
+and sealed it. A maid came in answer to her
+ring, and there at the window, under the watchful
+eyes of Blair and Hastings&mdash;and, perhaps,
+Johnson&mdash;she handed the note to the maid with
+instructions to mail it immediately. Two minutes
+later she saw the maid go out along the
+avenue to a post-box on the corner.
+</p>
+<p>
+Then she drew back into the shadow of the
+room, slipped on a dark-colored wrap, and,
+standing away from the window, safe beyond the
+reach of prying eyes, waited patiently for the
+postman. He appeared about five o'clock and
+simultaneously another man turned the corner
+near the post-box and spoke to him. Then, together,
+they disappeared from view around the
+corner.
+</p>
+<p>
+"So that's Johnson, is it?" mused Miss
+Thorne, and she smiled a little. "Mr. Grimm
+certainly pays me the compliment of having me
+carefully watched."
+</p>
+<p>
+A few minutes later she dropped into the seat
+at the desk again. The dark wrap had been
+thrown aside and Hastings and Blair from their
+hiding-places could see her distinctly. After
+a while they saw her rise quickly, as an automobile
+turned into the avenue, and lean toward the
+window eagerly looking out. The car came to
+a standstill in front of the legation, and Mr.
+Cadwallader, an under-secretary of the British
+embassy, who was alone in the car, raised his
+cap. She nodded and smiled, then disappeared
+in the shadows of the room again.
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Cadwallader went to the door, spoke to
+the servant there, then returned and busied himself
+about the car. Hastings and Blair watched
+intently both the door and the window for a
+long time; finally a closely veiled and muffled
+figure appeared at the bay-window, and waved
+a gloved hand at Mr. Cadwallader, who again
+lifted his cap. A minute later the veiled woman
+came out of the front door, shook hands with
+Mr. Cadwallader, and got in the car. He also
+climbed in, and the car moved slowly away.
+</p>
+<p>
+Simultaneously the front door of the house
+on the corner, where Hastings had been hiding,
+and the front door of the house near the corner,
+where Blair had been hiding, opened and two
+heads peered out. As the car approached Hastings'
+hiding-place he withdrew into the hallway;
+but Blair came out and hurried past the legation
+in the direction of the rapidly disappearing
+motor. Hastings joined him; they spoke together,
+then turned the corner.
+</p>
+<p>
+It was about ten o'clock that night when
+Hastings reported to Mr. Campbell at his home.
+</p>
+<p>
+"We followed the car in a rented automobile
+from the time it turned the corner, out through
+Alexandria, and along the old Baltimore Road
+into the city of Baltimore," he explained. "It
+was dark by the time we reached Alexandria,
+but we stuck to the car ahead, running without
+lights until we came in sight of Druid Hill Park,
+and then we had to show lights or be held up.
+We covered those forty miles going in less than
+two hours.
+</p>
+<p>
+"After the car passed Druid Hill it slowed up
+a little, and ran off the turnpike into North Avenue,
+then into North Charles Street, and slowly
+along that as if they were looking for a number.
+At last it stopped and Miss Thorne got
+out and entered a house. She was gone for
+more than half an hour, leaving Mr. Cadwallader
+with the car. While she was gone I made
+some inquiries and learned that the house was
+occupied by a Mr. Thomas Q. Griswold. I don't
+know anything else about him; Blair may have
+learned something.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Now comes the curious part of it," and
+Hastings looked a little sheepish. "When Miss
+Thorne came out of the house she was not Miss
+Thorne at all&mdash;<i>she was Se&ntilde;orita Inez Rodriguez</i>,
+daughter of the Venezuelan minister. She
+wore the same clothing Miss Thorne had worn
+going, but her veil was lifted. Veiled and all
+muffled up one would have taken oath it was the
+same woman. She and Cadwallader are back in
+Washington now, or are coming. That's all,
+except Blair is still in Baltimore, awaiting orders.
+I caught the train from the Charles Street
+station and came back. Johnson, you know&mdash;"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Yes, I've seen Johnson," interrupted Campbell.
+"Are you absolutely positive that the
+woman you saw get into the automobile with
+Mr. Cadwallader was Miss Thorne?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Absolutely," replied Hastings without hesitation.
+"I saw her in her own room with her
+wraps on, then saw her come down and get into
+the car."
+</p>
+<p>
+"That's all," said the chief. "Good night."
+For an hour or more he sat in a great, comfortable
+chair in the smoking-room of his own
+home, the guileless blue eyes vacant, staring,
+and spidery lines in the benevolent forehead.
+</p>
+<hr>
+<p>
+On the morning of the second day following,
+Se&ntilde;or Rodriguez, the minister from Venezuela,
+reported to the Secret Service Bureau the disappearance
+of fifty thousand dollars in gold from
+a safe in his private office at the legation.
+</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<a name="CH9"><!-- CHAPTER 9 --></a>
+<h3>
+	IX
+</h3>
+
+<h3>
+FIFTY THOUSAND DOLLARS
+</h3>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Campbell was talking.
+</p>
+<p>
+"For several months past," he said,
+"the International Investment Company,
+through its representative, Mr. Cressy,
+has been secretly negotiating with Se&ntilde;or Rodriguez
+for certain asphalt properties in Venezuela.
+Three days ago these negotiations were successfully
+concluded, and yesterday afternoon Mr.
+Cressy, in secret, paid to Se&ntilde;or Rodriguez, fifty
+thousand dollars in American gold, the first of
+four payments of similar sums. This gold was
+to have been shipped to Philadelphia by express
+to-day to catch a steamer for Venezuela."
+Mr. Grimm nodded.
+</p>
+<p>
+"The fact that this gold was in Se&ntilde;or Rodriguez's
+possession could not have been known to
+more than half a dozen persons, as the negotiations
+throughout have been in strict secrecy,"
+and Mr. Campbell smiled benignly. "So much!
+Now, Se&ntilde;or Rodriguez has just telephoned asking
+that I send a man to the legation at once.
+The gold was kept there over night; or perhaps
+I should say that the se&ntilde;or intended to
+keep it there over night." Mr. Campbell stared
+at Mr. Grimm for a moment, then: "Miss
+Thorne, you know, is a guest at the legation,
+that is why I am referring the matter to you."
+</p>
+<p>
+"I understand," said Mr. Grimm.
+</p>
+<p>
+And ten minutes later Mr. Grimm presented
+himself to Se&ntilde;or Rodriguez. The minister from
+Venezuela, bubbling with excitement, was pacing
+forth and back across his office, ruffling his gray-black
+hair with nervous, twining fingers. Mr.
+Grimm sat down.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Se&ntilde;or," he inquired placidly, "fifty thousand
+dollars in gold would weigh nearly two
+hundred pounds, wouldn't it?"
+</p>
+<p>
+Se&ntilde;or Rodriguez stared at him blankly.
+</p>
+<p>
+"<i>Si, Se&ntilde;or</i>," he agreed absently. And then,
+in English: "Yes, I should imagine so."
+</p>
+<p>
+"Well, was all of it stolen, or only a part of
+it?" Mr. Grimm went on.
+</p>
+<p>
+The minister gazed into the listless eyes for
+a time, then, apparently bewildered, walked forth
+and back across the room again. Finally he sat
+down.
+</p>
+<p>
+"All of it," he admitted. "I can't understand
+it. No one, not a soul in this house, except myself,
+knew it was here."
+</p>
+<p>
+"In addition to this weight of, say two hundred
+pounds, fifty thousand dollars would make
+considerable bulk," mused Mr. Grimm. "Very
+well! Therefore it would appear that the person,
+or persons, who got it must have gone away
+from here heavily laden?"
+</p>
+<p>
+Se&ntilde;or Rodriguez nodded.
+</p>
+<p>
+"And now, Se&ntilde;or," Mr. Grimm continued, "if
+you will kindly state the circumstances immediately
+preceding and following the theft?"
+</p>
+<p>
+A slight frown which had been growing upon
+the smooth brow of the diplomatist was instantly
+dissipated.
+</p>
+<p>
+"The money&mdash;fifty thousand dollars in gold
+coin&mdash;was paid to me yesterday afternoon about
+four o'clock," he began slowly, in explanation.
+</p>
+<p>
+"By Mr. Cressy of the International Investment
+Company," supplemented Mr. Grimm.
+"Yes. Go on."
+</p>
+<p>
+The diplomatist favored the young man with
+one sharp, inquiring glance, and continued:
+</p>
+<p>
+"The gentleman who paid the money remained
+here from four until nine o'clock while
+I, personally, counted it. As I counted it I
+placed it in canvas bags and when he had gone
+I took these bags from this room into that," he
+indicated a closed door to his right, "and personally
+stowed them away in the safe. I closed
+and locked the door of the safe myself; I <i>know</i>
+that it <i>was</i> locked. And that's all, except this
+morning the money was gone&mdash;every dollar
+of it."
+</p>
+<p>
+"Safe blown?" inquired Mr. Grimm.
+</p>
+<p>
+"No, Se&ntilde;or!" exclaimed the diplomatist with
+sudden violence. "No, the safe was not blown!
+It was <i>closed and locked</i>, exactly as I had left
+it!"
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm was idly twisting the seal ring on
+his little finger.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Just as I left it!" Se&ntilde;or Rodriguez repeated
+excitedly. "Last night after I locked the safe
+door I tried it to make certain that it <i>was</i> locked.
+I happened to notice then that the pointer on
+the dial had stopped precisely at number forty-five.
+This morning, when I unlocked the safe&mdash;and,
+of course, I didn't know then that the
+money had been taken&mdash;the pointer was still at
+number forty-five."
+</p>
+<p>
+He paused with one hand in the air; Mr.
+Grimm continued to twist the seal ring.
+</p>
+<p>
+"It was all like&mdash;like some trick on the stage,"
+the minister went on, "like the magician's disappearing
+lady, or&mdash;or&mdash;! It was as though I
+had not put the money into the safe at all!"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Did you?" inquired Mr. Grimm amiably.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Did I?" blazed Se&ntilde;or Rodriguez. "Why,
+Se&ntilde;or&mdash;! I did!" he concluded meekly.
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm believed him.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Who else knows the combination of the
+safe?" he queried.
+</p>
+<p>
+"No one, Se&ntilde;or&mdash;not a living soul."
+</p>
+<p>
+"Your secretary, for instance?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Not even my secretary."
+</p>
+<p>
+"Some servant&mdash;some member of your family?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"I tell you, Se&ntilde;or, not one person in all the
+world knew that combination except myself,"
+Se&ntilde;or Rodriguez insisted.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Your secretary&mdash;a servant&mdash;some member
+of your family might have seen you unlock the
+safe some time, and thus learned the combination?"
+</p>
+<p>
+Se&ntilde;or Rodriguez did not quite know whether
+to be annoyed at Mr. Grimm's persistence, or to
+admire the tenacity with which he held to this
+one point.
+</p>
+<p>
+"You must understand, Se&ntilde;or Grimm, that
+many state documents are kept in the safe," he
+said finally, "therefore it is not advisable that
+any one should know the combination. I have
+made it an absolute rule, as did my predecessors
+here, never to unlock the safe in the presence of
+another person."
+</p>
+<p>
+"State documents!" Mr. Grimm's lips silently
+repeated the words. Then aloud: "Perhaps
+there's a record of the combination somewhere?
+If you had died suddenly, for instance, how
+would the safe have been opened?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"There would have been only one way, Se&ntilde;or&mdash;blow
+it open. There is no record."
+</p>
+<p>
+"Well, if we accept all that as true," observed
+Mr. Grimm musingly, "it would seem that you
+either didn't put the money into the safe at all,
+or&mdash;please sit down, there's nothing personal in
+this&mdash;or else the money was taken out of the
+safe without it being unlocked. This last would
+have been a miracle, and this is not the day of
+miracles, therefore&mdash;!"
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm's well modulated voice trailed off
+into silence. Se&ntilde;or Rodriguez came to his feet
+with a blaze of anger in his eyes; Mr. Grimm
+was watching him curiously.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I understand then, Se&ntilde;or," said the minister
+deliberately, "that you believe that I&mdash;!"
+</p>
+<p>
+"I believe that you have told the truth," interrupted
+Mr. Grimm placidly, "that is the truth
+so far as you know it. But you have stated one
+thing in error. Somebody besides yourself <i>does</i>
+know the combination. Whether they knew it
+or not at this time yesterday I can't say, but
+somebody knows it now."
+</p>
+<p>
+Se&ntilde;or Rodriguez drew a deep breath of relief.
+The implied accusation had been withdrawn as
+pleasantly and frankly as it had been put forward.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I ran across a chap in New York once, for
+instance," Mr. Grimm took the trouble to explain,
+"who could unlock any safe&mdash;that is, any
+safe of the kind used at that time&mdash;twelve or
+fourteen years ago. So you see. I doubt if he
+would be so successful with the new models, with
+all their improvements, but then&mdash;! You know
+he would have made an ideal burglar, that chap.
+Now, Se&ntilde;or, who lives here in the legation with
+you?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"My secretary, Se&ntilde;or Diaz, my daughter
+Inez, and just at the moment, a Miss Thorne&mdash;Miss
+Isabel Thorne," the se&ntilde;or informed him.
+"Also four servants&mdash;two men and two women."
+</p>
+<p>
+"I've had the pleasure of meeting your
+daughter and Miss Thorne," Mr. Grimm informed
+him. "Now, suppose we take a look at
+the safe?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Certainly."
+</p>
+<p>
+Se&ntilde;or Rodriguez started toward the closed
+door just as there came a timid knock from the
+hall. He glanced at Mr. Grimm, who nodded,
+then he called:
+</p>
+<p>
+"Come in!"
+</p>
+<p>
+The door opened, and Miss Thorne entered.
+She was clad in some filmy, gossamer-like morning
+gown with her radiant hair caught up on
+her white neck. At sight of Mr. Grimm the
+blue-gray eyes opened as if in surprise, and she
+paused irresolutely.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I beg your pardon, Se&ntilde;or," she said, addressing
+the diplomatist. "I did not know you
+were engaged. And Mr. Grimm!" She extended
+a slim, white hand, and the young man
+bowed low over it. "We are old friends," she
+explained, smilingly, to the minister. Then:
+"I think I must have dropped my handkerchief
+when I was in here yesterday with Inez. Perhaps
+you found it?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"<i>Si, Se&ntilde;orita</i>," replied Se&ntilde;or Rodriguez gallantly.
+"It is on my desk in here. Just a moment."
+</p>
+<p>
+He opened the door and passed into the adjoining
+room. Mr. Grimm's eyes met those of
+Miss Isabel Thorne, and there was no listlessness
+in them now, only interest. She smiled at him
+tauntingly and lowered her lids. Se&ntilde;or Rodriguez
+appeared from the other room with the
+handkerchief.
+</p>
+<p>
+"<i>Mil gracias, Se&ntilde;or</i>," she thanked him.
+</p>
+<p>
+"<i>No hay de que, Se&ntilde;orita</i>," he returned, as he
+opened the door for her.
+</p>
+<p>
+"<i>Monsieur Grimm, au revoir</i>!" She dropped
+a little curtsey, and still smiling, went out.
+</p>
+<p>
+"She is charming, Se&ntilde;or," the diplomatist assured
+him enthusiastically, albeit irrelevantly.
+"Such vivacity, such personality, such&mdash;such&mdash;she
+is charming."
+</p>
+<p>
+"The safe, please," Mr. Grimm reminded him.
+</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<a name="CH10"><!-- CHAPTER 10 --></a>
+<h3>
+	X
+</h3>
+<h3>
+A SAFE OPENING
+</h3>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>
+Together they entered the adjoining
+room, which was small compared to the
+one they had just left. Se&ntilde;or Rodriguez
+used it as a private office. His desk was
+on their right between two windows overlooking
+the same pleasant little garden which was visible
+from the suite of tiny drawing-rooms farther
+along. The safe, a formidable looking receptacle
+of black enameled steel, stood at their left,
+closed and locked. The remaining wall space of
+the room was given over to oak cabinets, evidently
+a storage place for the less important
+legation papers.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Has any one besides yourself been in this
+room to-day?" Mr. Grimm inquired.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Not a soul, Se&ntilde;or," was the reply.
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm went over and examined the windows.
+They were both locked inside; and there
+were no marks of any sort on the sills.
+</p>
+<p>
+"They are just as I left them last night," explained
+Se&ntilde;or Rodriguez. "I have not touched
+them to-day."
+</p>
+<p>
+"And there's only one door," mused Mr.
+Grimm, meaning that by which they had entered.
+"So it would appear that whoever was here last
+night entered through that room. Very well."
+</p>
+<p>
+He walked around the room once, opening and
+shutting the doors of the cabinets as he passed,
+and finally paused in front of the safe. A brief
+examination of the nickeled dial and handle and
+of the enameled edges of the heavy door satisfied
+him that no force had been employed&mdash;the
+safe had merely been unlocked. Whereupon he
+sat himself down, cross-legged on the floor, in
+front of it.
+</p>
+<p>
+"What are the first and second figures of the
+combination?" he asked.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Thirty-six, then back to ten."
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm set the dial at thirty-six, and
+then, with his ear pressed closely against the
+polished door, turned the dial slowly back. Se&ntilde;or
+Rodriguez stood looking on helplessly, but none
+the less intently. The pointer read ten, then
+nine, eight, seven, five. Mr. Grimm gazed at it
+thoughtfully, after which he did it all over
+again, placidly and without haste.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Now, we'll look inside, please," he requested,
+rising.
+</p>
+<p>
+Se&ntilde;or Rodriguez unlocked the safe the while
+Mr. Grimm respectfully turned his eyes away,
+then pulled the door wide open. The books had
+been piled one on top of another and thrust into
+various pigeonholes at the top. Mr. Grimm
+understood that this disorder was the result of
+making room at the bottom for the bulk of gold,
+and asked no questions. Instead, he sat down
+upon the floor again.
+</p>
+<p>
+"The lock on this private compartment at the
+top is broken," he remarked after a moment.
+</p>
+<p>
+"<i>Si, Se&ntilde;or</i>," the diplomatist agreed. "Evidently
+the robbers were not content with only
+fifty thousand dollars in gold&mdash;they imagined
+that something else of value was hidden there."
+</p>
+<p>
+"Was there?" asked Mr. Grimm naively. He
+didn't look around.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Nothing of monetary value," the se&ntilde;or explained.
+"There were some important state papers
+in there&mdash;they are there yet&mdash;but no
+money."
+</p>
+<p>
+"None of the papers was stolen?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"No, Se&ntilde;or. There were only nine packets&mdash;they are there yet."
+</p>
+<p>
+"Contents all right?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Yes. I personally looked them over."
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm drew out the packets of papers,
+one by one. They were all unsealed save the
+last. When he reached for that, Se&ntilde;or Rodriguez
+made a quick, involuntary motion toward
+it with his hand.
+</p>
+<p>
+"This one's sealed," commented Mr. Grimm.
+"It doesn't happen that you opened it and sealed
+it again?"
+</p>
+<p>
+Se&ntilde;or Rodriguez stood staring at him blankly
+for a moment, then some sudden apprehension
+was aroused, for a startled look came into his
+eyes, and again he reached for the packet.
+</p>
+<p>
+"<i>Dios mio</i>!" he exclaimed, "let me see, Se&ntilde;or."
+</p>
+<p>
+"Going to open it?" asked Mr. Grimm.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Yes, Se&ntilde;or. I had not thought of it before."
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm rose and walked over to the window
+where the light was better. He scrutinized
+the sealed packet closely. There were three
+red splotches of wax upon it, each impressed
+with the legation seal; the envelope was without
+marks otherwise. He turned and twisted it aimlessly,
+and peered curiously at the various seals,
+after which he handed it to the frankly impatient
+diplomatist.
+</p>
+<p>
+Se&ntilde;or Rodriguez opened it, with nervous,
+twitching fingers. Mr. Grimm had turned toward
+the safe again, but he heard the crackle of
+parchment as some document was drawn out of
+the envelope, and then came a deep sigh of relief.
+Having satisfied his sudden fears for the
+safety of the paper, whatever it was, the se&ntilde;or
+placed it in another envelope and sealed it again
+with elaborate care. Mr. Grimm dropped into
+the swivel chair at the desk.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Se&ntilde;or," he inquired pleasantly, "your
+daughter and Miss Thorne were in this room
+yesterday afternoon?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Yes," replied the diplomatist as if surprised
+at the question.
+</p>
+<p>
+"What time, please?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"About three o'clock. They were going out
+driving. Why?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"And just where, please, did you find that
+handkerchief?" continued Mr. Grimm.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Handkerchief?" repeated the diplomatist.
+"You mean Miss Thorne's handkerchief?" He
+paused and regarded Mr. Grimm keenly.
+"Se&ntilde;or, what am I to understand from that
+question?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"It was plain enough," replied Mr. Grimm.
+"Where did you find that handkerchief?" There
+was silence for an instant. "In this room?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Yes," replied Se&ntilde;or Rodriguez at last.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Near the safe?" Mr. Grimm persisted.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Yes," came the slow reply, again. "Just
+here," and he indicated a spot a little to the left
+of the safe.
+</p>
+<p>
+"And <i>when</i> did you find it? Yesterday afternoon?
+Last night? This morning?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"This morning," and without any apparent
+reason the diplomatist's face turned deathly
+white.
+</p>
+<p>
+"But, Se&ntilde;or&mdash;Se&ntilde;or, you are mistaken! There
+can be nothing&mdash;! A woman! Two hundred
+pounds of gold! Se&ntilde;or!"
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm was still pleasant about it; his
+curiosity was absolutely impersonal; his eyes,
+grown listless again, were turned straight into
+the other's face.
+</p>
+<p>
+"If that handkerchief had been there last
+night, Se&ntilde;or," he resumed quietly, "wouldn't
+you have noticed it when you placed the gold in
+the safe?"
+</p>
+<p>
+Se&ntilde;or Rodriguez stared at him a long time.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I don't know," he said, at last. He dropped
+back into a chair with his face in his hands.
+"Se&ntilde;or," he burst out suddenly, impetuously,
+after a moment, "if the gold is not recovered I
+am ruined. You understand that better than I
+can tell you. It's the kind of thing that could
+not be explained to my government." He rose
+suddenly and faced the impassive young man,
+with merciless determination in his face. "You
+must find the gold, Se&ntilde;or," he said.
+</p>
+<p>
+"No matter who may be&mdash;who may suffer?"
+inquired Mr. Grimm.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Find the gold, Se&ntilde;or!"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Very well," commented Mr. Grimm, without
+moving. "Do me the favor, please, to regain
+possession of the handkerchief you just returned
+to Miss Thorne, and to send to me here your secretary,
+Se&ntilde;or Diaz, and your servants, one by
+one. I shall question them alone. No, don't be
+alarmed. Unless they know of the robbery they
+shall get no inkling of it from me. First, be
+good enough to replace the packet in the safe,
+and lock it."
+</p>
+<p>
+Se&ntilde;or Rodriguez replaced the packet without
+question, afterward locking the door, then went
+out. A moment later Se&ntilde;or Diaz appeared.
+He remained with Mr. Grimm for just eight
+minutes. Se&ntilde;or Rodriguez entered again as his
+secretary passed on, and laid a lace handkerchief
+on the desk. Mr. Grimm stared at it curiously
+for a long time.
+</p>
+<p>
+"It's the same handkerchief?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"<i>Si, Se&ntilde;or</i>."
+</p>
+<p>
+"There's no doubt whatever about it?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"No, Se&ntilde;or, I got it by&mdash;!"
+</p>
+<p>
+"It's of no consequence," interrupted Mr.
+Grimm. "Now the servants, please&mdash;the men
+first."
+</p>
+<p>
+The first of the men servants was in the room
+two minutes; the second&mdash;the butler&mdash;was there
+five minutes; one of the women was not questioned
+at all; the other remained ten minutes.
+Mr. Grimm followed her into the hall; Se&ntilde;or
+Rodriguez stood there helpless, impatient.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Well?" he demanded eagerly.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I'm going out a little while," replied Mr.
+Grimm placidly. "No one has even an intimation
+of the affair&mdash;please keep the matter absolutely
+to yourself until I return."
+</p>
+<p>
+That was all. The door opened and closed,
+and he was gone.
+</p>
+<p>
+At the end of an hour he returned, passed on
+through to the diplomatist's private office, sat
+down in front of the locked safe again, and set
+the dial at thirty-six. Se&ntilde;or Rodriguez looked
+on, astonished, as Mr. Grimm pressed the soft
+rubber sounder of a stethoscope against the
+safe door and began turning the dial back toward
+ten, slowly, slowly. Thirty-five minutes
+later the lock clicked. Mr. Grimm rose, turned
+the handle, and pulled the safe door open.
+</p>
+<p>
+"That's how it was done," he explained to
+the amazed diplomatist. "And now, please, have
+a servant hand my card to Miss Thorne."
+</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<a name="CH11"><!-- CHAPTER 11 --></a>
+<h3>
+	XI
+</h3>
+
+<h3>
+THE LACE HANDKERCHIEF
+</h3>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>
+Still wearing the graceful, filmy morning
+gown, with an added touch, of scarlet
+in her hair&mdash;a single red rose&mdash;Miss
+Thorne came into the drawing-room where Mr.
+Grimm sat waiting. There was curiosity in her
+manner, thinly veiled, but the haunting smile
+still lingered about her lips. Mr. Grimm bowed
+low, and placed a chair for her, after which he
+stood for a time staring down at one slim, white
+hand at rest on the arm of the seat. At last, he,
+too, sat down.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I believe," he said slowly, without preliminaries,
+"this is your handkerchief?"
+</p>
+<p>
+He offered the lacy trifle, odd in design,
+unique in workmanship, obviously of foreign
+texture, and she accepted it.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Yes," she agreed readily, "I must have
+dropped it again."
+</p>
+<p>
+"That is the one handed to you by Se&ntilde;or
+Rodriguez," Mr. Grimm told her. "I think you
+said you lost it in his office yesterday afternoon?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Yes?" She nodded inquiringly.
+</p>
+<p>
+"It may interest you to know that Se&ntilde;or
+Rodriguez's butler positively identifies it as one
+he restored to you twice at dinner last evening,
+between seven and nine o'clock," Mr. Grimm
+went on dispassionately.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Indeed!" exclaimed Miss Thorne.
+</p>
+<p>
+"The se&ntilde;or identifies it as one he found this
+morning in his office," Mr. Grimm explained
+obligingly. "During the night fifty thousand
+dollars in gold were stolen from his safe."
+</p>
+<p>
+There was not the slightest change of expression
+in her face; the blue-gray eyes were still
+inquiring in their gaze, the white hands still at
+rest, the scarlet lips still curled slightly, an
+echo of a smile.
+</p>
+<p>
+"No force was used in opening the safe," Mr.
+Grimm resumed. "It was unlocked. It's an old
+model and I have demonstrated how it could
+have been opened either with the assistance of
+a stethoscope, which catches the sound of the
+tumbler in the lock, or by a person of acute
+hearing."
+</p>
+<p>
+Miss Thorne sat motionless, waiting.
+</p>
+<p>
+"All this means&mdash;what?" she inquired, at
+length.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I'll trouble you, please, to return the
+money," requested Mr. Grimm courteously.
+"No reason appears why you should have taken
+it. But I'm not seeking reasons, nor am I seeking
+disagreeable publicity&mdash;only the money."
+</p>
+<p>
+"It seems to me you attach undue importance
+to the handkerchief," she objected.
+</p>
+<p>
+"That's a matter of opinion," Mr. Grimm remarked.
+"It would be useless, even tedious, to
+attempt to disprove a burglar theory, but
+against it is the difficulty of entrance, the weight
+of the gold, the ingenious method of opening
+the safe, and the assumption that not more than
+six persons knew the money was in the safe;
+while a person in the house <i>might</i> have learned
+it in any of a dozen ways. And, in addition, is
+the fact that the handkerchief is odd, therefore
+noticeable. A lace expert assures me there's
+probably not another like it in the world."
+</p>
+<p>
+He stopped. Miss Thorne's eyes sparkled
+and a smile seemed to be tugging at the corners
+of her mouth. She spread out the handkerchief
+on her knees.
+</p>
+<p>
+"You could identify this again, of course?"
+she queried.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Yes."
+</p>
+<p>
+She thoughtfully crumpled up the bit of lace
+in both hands, then opened them. There were
+two handkerchiefs now&mdash;they were identical.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Which is it, please?" she asked.
+</p>
+<p>
+If Mr. Grimm was disappointed there was not
+a trace of it on his face. She laughed outright,
+gleefully, mockingly, then, demurely:
+</p>
+<p>
+"Pardon me! You see, it's absurd. The
+handkerchief the butler restored to me at dinner,
+after I lost one in the se&ntilde;or's office, might
+have been either of these, or one of ten other
+duplicates in my room, all given to me by her
+Maj&mdash;I mean," she corrected quickly, "by a
+friend in Europe." She was silent for a moment.
+"Is that all?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"No," replied Mr. Grimm gravely, decisively.
+"I'm not satisfied. I shall insist upon
+the return of the money, and if it is not forthcoming
+I dare say Count di Rosini, the Italian
+ambassador, would be pleased to give his personal
+check rather than have the matter become
+public." She started to interrupt; he went on.
+"In any event you will be requested to leave the
+country."
+</p>
+<p>
+Then, and not until then, a decided change
+came over Miss Thorne's face. A deeper color
+leaped to her cheeks, the smile faded from her
+lips, and there was a flash of uneasiness in her
+eyes.
+</p>
+<p>
+"But if I am innocent?" she protested.
+</p>
+<p>
+"You must prove it," continued Mr. Grimm
+mercilessly. "Personally, I am convinced, and
+Count di Rosini has practically assured me
+that&mdash;"
+</p>
+<p>
+"It's unjust!" she interrupted passionately.
+"It's&mdash;it's&mdash;you have proved nothing. It's unheard
+of! It's beyond&mdash;!"
+</p>
+<p>
+Suddenly she became silent. A minute, two
+minutes, three minutes passed; Mr. Grimm waited
+patiently.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Will you give me time and opportunity to
+prove my innocence?" she demanded finally.
+"And if I <i>do</i> convince you&mdash;?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"I should be delighted to believe that I have
+made a mistake," Mr. Grimm assured her.
+"How much time? One day? Two days?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"I will let you know within an hour at your
+office," she told him.
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm rose.
+</p>
+<p>
+"And meanwhile, in case of accident, I shall
+look to Count di Rosini for adjustment," he
+added pointedly. "Good morning."
+</p>
+<p>
+One hour and ten minutes later he received
+this note, unsigned:
+</p>
+<p>
+"Closed carriage will stop for you at southeast
+corner of Pennsylvania Avenue and Fourteenth
+Street to-night at one."
+</p>
+<p>
+He was there; the carriage was on time; and
+my lady of mystery was inside. He stepped
+in and they swung out into Pennsylvania Avenue,
+noiselessly over the asphalt.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Should the gold be placed in your hands
+now, within the hour," she queried solicitously,
+"would it be necessary for you to know who was
+the&mdash;the thief?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"It would," Mr. Grimm responded without
+hesitation.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Even if it destroyed a reputation?" she
+pleaded.
+</p>
+<p>
+"The Secret Service rarely destroys a reputation,
+Miss Thorne, although it holds itself in
+readiness to do so. I dare say in this case there
+would be no arrest or prosecution, because of&mdash;of
+reasons which appear to be good."
+</p>
+<p>
+"There wouldn't?" and there was a note of
+eagerness in her voice. "The identity of the
+guilty person would never appear?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"It would become a matter of record in our
+office, but beyond that I think not&mdash;at least in
+this one instance."
+</p>
+<p>
+Miss Thorne sat silent for a block or more.
+</p>
+<p>
+"You'll admit, Mr. Grimm, that you have
+forced me into a most remarkable position. You
+seemed convinced of my guilt, and, if you'll
+pardon me, without reason; then you made it
+compulsory upon me to establish my innocence.
+The only way for me to do that was to find the
+guilty one. I have done it, and I'm sorry, because
+it's a little tragedy."
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm waited.
+</p>
+<p>
+"It's a girl high in diplomatic society. Her
+father's position is an honorable rather than a
+lucrative one; he has no fortune. This girl
+moves in a certain set devoted to bridge, and
+stakes are high. She played and won, and
+played and won, and on and on, until her winnings
+were about eight thousand dollars. Then
+luck turned. She began to lose. Her money
+went, but she continued to play desperately.
+Finally some old family jewels were pawned
+without her father's knowledge, and ultimately
+they were lost. One day she awoke to the fact
+that she owed some nine or ten thousand dollars
+in bridge debts. They were pressing and there
+was no way to meet them. This meant exposure
+and utter ruin, and women do strange things,
+Mr. Grimm, to postpone such an ending to social
+aspirations. I know this much is true, for
+she related it all to me herself.
+</p>
+<p>
+"At last, in some way&mdash;a misplaced letter,
+perhaps, or a word overheard&mdash;-she learned that
+fifty thousand dollars would be in the legation
+safe overnight, and evidently she learned the
+precise night." She paused a moment. "Here
+is the address of a man in Baltimore, Thomas Q.
+Griswold," and she passed a card to Mr. Grimm,
+who sat motionless, listening. "About four
+years ago the combination on the legation safe
+was changed. This man was sent here to make
+the change, therefore some one besides Se&ntilde;or
+Rodriguez <i>does</i> know the combination. I have
+communicated with this man to-day, for I saw
+the possibility of just such a thing as this instead
+of your stethoscope. By a trick and a
+forged letter this girl obtained the combination
+from this man."
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm drew a long breath.
+</p>
+<p>
+"She intended to take, perhaps, only what she
+desperately needed&mdash;but at sight of it all&mdash;do
+you see what must have been the temptation
+then? We get out here."
+</p>
+<p>
+There were many unanswered questions in
+Mr. Grimm's mind. He repressed them for the
+time, stepped out and assisted Miss Thorne
+to alight. The carriage had turned out of
+Pennsylvania Avenue, and at the moment he
+didn't quite place himself. A narrow passageway
+opened before them&mdash;evidently the rear entrance
+to a house possibly in the next street.
+Miss Thorne led the way unhesitatingly, cautiously
+unlocked the door, and together they entered
+a hall. Then there was a short flight of
+stairs, and they stepped into a room, one of a
+suite. She closed the door and turned on the
+lights.
+</p>
+<p>
+"The bags of gold are in the next room," she
+said with the utmost composure.
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm dragged them out of a dark
+closet, opened one&mdash;there were ten&mdash;and allowed
+the coins to dribble through his fingers. Finally
+he turned and stared at Miss Thorne, who, pallid
+and weary, stood looking on.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Where are we?" he asked. "What house is
+this?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"The Venezuelan legation," she answered.
+"We are standing less than forty feet from the
+safe that was robbed. You see how easy&mdash;!"
+</p>
+<p>
+"And whose room?" inquired Mr. Grimm
+slowly.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Must I answer?" she asked appealingly.
+</p>
+<p>
+"You must!"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Se&ntilde;orita Rodriguez&mdash;my hostess! Don't
+you see what you've made me do? She and Mr.
+Cadwallader made the trip to Baltimore in his
+automobile, and&mdash;and&mdash;!" She stopped. "He
+knows nothing of it," she added.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Yes, I know," said Mr. Grimm.
+</p>
+<p>
+He stood looking at her in silence for a moment,
+staring deeply into the pleading eyes;
+and a certain tense expression about his lips
+passed. For an instant her hand trembled on
+his arm, and he caught the fragrance of her
+hair.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Where is she now?" he asked.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Playing bridge," replied Miss Thorne, with
+a sad little smile. "It is always so&mdash;at least
+twice a week, and she rarely returns before two
+or half-past." She extended both hands impetuously,
+entreatingly. "Please be generous,
+Mr. Grimm. You have the gold; don't destroy
+her."
+</p>
+<p>
+Se&ntilde;or Rodriguez, the minister from Venezuela,
+found the gold in his safe on the following
+morning, with a brief note from Mr. Grimm, in
+which there was no explanation of how or where
+it had been found.... And two hours later
+Monsieur Boiss&eacute;gur, ambassador from France
+to the United States, disappeared from the embassy,
+vanished!
+</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<a name="CH12"><!-- CHAPTER 12 --></a>
+<h3>
+	XII
+</h3>
+
+<h3>
+THE VANISHING DIPLOMATIST
+</h3>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>
+It was three days after the ambassador's
+disappearance that Monsieur Rigolot, secretary
+of the French embassy and temporary
+<i>charg&eacute;-d'affaires</i>, reported the matter to
+Chief Campbell in the Secret Service Bureau,
+adding thereto a detailed statement of several
+singular incidents following close upon it. He
+told it in order, concisely and to the point, while
+Grimm and his chief listened.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Monsieur Boiss&eacute;gur, the ambassador, you
+understand, is a man whose habits are remarkably
+regular," he began. "He has made it a
+rule to be at his desk every morning at ten
+o'clock, and between that time and one o'clock
+he dictates his correspondence, and clears up
+whatever routine work there is before him. I
+have known him for many years, and have been
+secretary of the embassy under him in Germany
+and Japan and this country. I have never
+known him to vary this general order of work
+unless because of illness, or necessary absence.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Well, Monsieur, last Tuesday&mdash;this is Friday&mdash;the
+ambassador was at his desk as usual.
+He dictated a dozen or more letters, and had begun
+another&mdash;a private letter to his sister in
+Paris. He was well along in this letter when,
+without any apparent reason, he rose from his
+desk and left the room, closing the door behind
+him. His stenographer's impression was that
+some detail of business had occurred to him, and
+he had gone into the general office farther down
+the hall to attend to it. I may say, Monsieur,
+that this impression seemed strengthened by the
+fact that he left a fresh cigarette burning in
+his ash tray, and his pen was behind his ear.
+It was all as if he had merely stepped out, intending
+to return immediately&mdash;the sort of
+thing, Monsieur, that any man might have done.
+</p>
+<p>
+"It so happened that when he went out he
+left a sentence of his letter incomplete. I tell
+you this to show that the impulse to go must
+have been a sudden one, yet there was nothing
+in his manner, so his stenographer says, to indicate
+excitement, or any other than his usual
+frame of mind. It was about five minutes of
+twelve o'clock&mdash;high noon&mdash;when he went out.
+When he didn't return immediately the stenographer
+began transcribing the letters. At one
+o'clock Monsieur Boiss&eacute;gur still had not returned
+and his stenographer went to luncheon."
+</p>
+<p>
+As he talked some inbred excitement seemed to
+be growing upon him, due, perhaps, to his recital
+of the facts, and he paused at last to regain
+control of himself. Incidentally he wondered
+if Mr. Grimm was taking the slightest
+interest in what he was saying. Certainly there
+was nothing in his impassive face to indicate it.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Understand, Monsieur," the secretary continued,
+after a moment, "that I knew nothing
+whatever of all this until late that afternoon&mdash;that
+is, Tuesday afternoon about five o'clock.
+I was engaged all day upon some important
+work in my own office, and had had no occasion
+to see Monsieur Boiss&eacute;gur since a word or so
+when he came in at ten o'clock. My attention
+was called to the affair finally by his stenographer,
+Monsieur Netterville, who came to me
+for instructions. He had finished the letters and
+the ambassador had not returned to sign them.
+At this point I began an investigation, Monsieur,
+and the further I went the more uneasy I
+grew.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Now, Monsieur, there are only two entrances
+to the embassy&mdash;the front door, where a servant
+is in constant attendance from nine in the morning
+until ten at night, and the rear door, which
+can only be reached through the kitchen.
+Neither of the two men who had been stationed
+at the front door had seen the ambassador since
+breakfast, therefore he could not have gone out
+that way. <i>Comprenez</i>? It seemed ridiculous,
+Monsieur, but then I went to the kitchen. The
+<i>chef</i> had been there all day, and he had not seen
+the ambassador at all. I inquired further. No
+one in the embassy, not a clerk, nor a servant,
+nor a member of the ambassador's family had
+seen him since he left his office."
+</p>
+<p>
+Again he paused and ran one hand across his
+troubled brow.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Monsieur," he went on, and there was a tense
+note in his voice, "the ambassador of France
+had disappeared, gone, vanished! We searched
+the house from the cellar to the servants' quarters,
+even the roof, but there was no trace of
+him. The hat he usually wore was in the hall,
+and all his other hats were accounted for. You
+may remember, Monsieur, that Tuesday was
+cold, but all his top-coats were found in their
+proper places. So it seems, Monsieur," and repression
+ended in a burst of excitement, "if he
+left the embassy he did not go out by either
+door, and he went without hat or coat!"
+</p>
+<p>
+He stopped helplessly and his gaze alternated
+inquiringly between the benevolent face of the
+chief and the expressionless countenance of Mr.
+Grimm.
+</p>
+<p>
+"<i>If</i> he left the embassy?" Mr. Grimm repeated.
+"If your search of the house proved
+conclusively that he wasn't there, he <i>did</i> leave
+it, didn't he?"
+</p>
+<p>
+Monsieur Rigolot stared at him blankly for
+a moment, then nodded.
+</p>
+<p>
+"And there are windows, you know," Mr.
+Grimm went on, then: "As I understand it,
+Monsieur, no one except you and the stenographer
+saw the ambassador after ten o'clock in
+the morning?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"<i>Oui, Monsieur. C'est&mdash;</i>" Monsieur Rigolot
+began excitedly. "I beg pardon. I believe that
+is correct."
+</p>
+<p>
+"You saw him about ten, you say; therefore no
+one except the stenographer saw him after ten
+o'clock?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"That is also true, as far as I know."
+</p>
+<p>
+"Any callers? Letters? Telegrams? Telephone
+messages?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"I made inquiries in that direction, Monsieur,"
+was the reply. "I have the words of the
+servants at the door and of the stenographer
+that there were no callers, and the statement of
+the stenographer that there were no telephone
+calls or telegrams. There were only four letters
+for him personally. He left them all on his
+desk&mdash;here they are."
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm looked them over leisurely. They
+were commonplace enough, containing nothing
+that might be construed into a reason for the
+disappearance.
+</p>
+<p>
+"The letters Monsieur Boiss&eacute;gur had dictated
+were laid on his desk by the stenographer,"
+Monsieur Rigolot rushed on volubly, excitedly.
+"In the anxiety and uneasiness following the
+disappearance they were allowed to remain there
+overnight. On Wednesday morning, Monsieur"&mdash;and
+he hesitated impressively&mdash;"<i>those
+letters bore his signature in his own handwriting</i>!"
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm turned his listless eyes full upon
+Monsieur Rigolot's perturbed face for one scant
+instant.
+</p>
+<p>
+"No doubt of it being his signature?" he
+queried.
+</p>
+<p>
+"<i>Non, Monsieur, non!</i>" the secretary exclaimed
+emphatically. "<i>Vous avez</i>&mdash;that is, I
+have known his signature for years. There is
+no doubt. The letters were not of a private
+nature. If you would care to look at copies of
+them?"
+</p>
+<p>
+He offered the duplicates tentatively. Mr.
+Grimm read them over slowly, the while Monsieur
+Rigolot sat nervously staring at him.
+They, too, seemed meaningless as bearing on the
+matter in hand. Finally, Mr. Grimm nodded,
+and Monsieur Rigolot resumed:
+</p>
+<p>
+"And Wednesday night, Monsieur, another
+strange thing happened. Monsieur Boiss&eacute;gur
+smokes many cigarettes, of a kind made especially
+for him in France, and shipped to him
+here. He keeps them in a case on his dressing-table.
+On Thursday morning his valet reported
+to me that <i>this case of cigarettes had disappeared</i>!"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Of course," observed Mr. Grimm, "Monsieur
+Boiss&eacute;gur has a latch-key to the embassy?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Of course."
+</p>
+<p>
+"Anything unusual happen last night&mdash;that
+is, Thursday night?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Nothing, Monsieur&mdash;that is, nothing we can
+find."
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm was silent for a time and fell to
+twisting the seal ring on his finger. Mr. Campbell
+turned around and moved a paper weight
+one inch to the left, where it belonged, while
+Monsieur Rigolot, disappointed at their amazing
+apathy, squirmed uneasily in his chair.
+</p>
+<p>
+"It would appear, then," Mr. Grimm remarked
+musingly, "that after his mysterious
+disappearance the ambassador has either twice
+returned to his house at night, or else sent some
+one there, first to bring the letters to him for
+signature, and later to get his cigarettes?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"<i>Certainement, Monsieur</i>&mdash;I mean, that seems
+to be true. But where is he? Why should he
+not come back? What does it mean? Madame
+Boiss&eacute;gur is frantic, prostrated! She wanted
+me to go to the police, but I did not think it
+wise that it should become public, so I came
+here."
+</p>
+<p>
+"Very well," commented Mr. Grimm. "Let
+it rest as it is. Meanwhile you may reassure
+madame. Point out to her that if Monsieur
+Boiss&eacute;gur signed the letters Tuesday night he
+was, at least, alive; and if he came or sent for
+the cigarettes Wednesday night, he was still
+alive. I shall call at the embassy this afternoon.
+No, it isn't advisable to go with you now.
+Give me your latch-key, please."
+</p>
+<p>
+Monsieur Rigolot produced the key and
+passed it over without a word.
+</p>
+<p>
+"And one other thing," Mr. Grimm continued,
+"please collect all the revolvers that may be in
+the house and take charge of them yourself. If
+any one, by chance, heard a burglar prowling
+around there to-night he might shoot, and in
+that event either kill Monsieur Boiss&eacute;gur or&mdash;or
+me!"
+</p>
+<p>
+When the secretary had gone Mr. Campbell
+idly drummed on his desk as he studied the face
+of his subordinate.
+</p>
+<p>
+"So much!" he commented finally.
+</p>
+<p>
+"It's Miss Thorne again," said the young
+man as if answering a question.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Perhaps these reports I have received to-day
+from the Latin capitals may aid you in dispelling
+that mystery," Campbell suggested, and
+Mr. Grimm turned to them eagerly. "Meanwhile
+our royal visitor, Prince Benedetto d'Abruzzi,
+remains unknown?"
+</p>
+<p>
+The young man's teeth closed with a snap.
+</p>
+<p>
+"It's only a question of time, Chief," he said
+abruptly. "I'll find him&mdash;I'll find him!"
+</p>
+<p>
+And he sat down to read the reports.
+</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<a name="CH13"><!-- CHAPTER 13 --></a>
+<h3>
+	XIII
+</h3>
+
+<h3>
+A CONFERENCE IN THE DARK
+</h3>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>
+The white rays of a distant arc light
+filtered through the half-drawn velvet
+hangings and laid a faintly illumined
+path across the ambassador's desk; the heavy
+leather chairs were mere impalpable splotches
+in the shadows; the cut-glass knobs of a mahogany
+cabinet caught the glint of light and
+reflected it dimly. Outside was the vague, indefinable
+night drone of a city asleep, unbroken
+by any sound that was distinguishable, until
+finally there came the distant boom of a clock.
+It struck twice.
+</p>
+<p>
+Seated on a couch in one corner of the ambassador's
+office was Mr. Grimm. He was leaning
+against the high arm of leather, with his feet
+on the seat, thoughtfully nursing his knees. If
+his attitude indicated anything except sheer
+comfort, it was that he was listening. He had
+been there for two hours, wide-awake, and absolutely
+motionless. Five, ten, fifteen minutes
+more passed, and then Mr. Grimm heard the
+grind and whir of an automobile a block or so
+away, coming toward the embassy. Now it was
+in front.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Honk! Hon-on-onk!" it called plaintively.
+"Hon-on-onk! Honk!"
+</p>
+<p>
+The signal! At last! The automobile went
+rushing on, full tilt, while Mr. Grimm removed
+his feet from the seat and dropped them noiselessly
+to the floor. Thus, with his hands on his
+knees, and listening, listening with every faculty
+strained, he sat motionless, peering toward the
+open door that led into the hall. The car was
+gone now, the sound of it was swallowed up in
+the distance, still he sat there. It was obviously
+some noise in the house for which he was waiting.
+</p>
+<p>
+Minute after minute passed, and still nothing.
+There was not even the whisper of a wind-stirred
+drapery. He was about to rise when,
+suddenly, with no other noise than that of the
+sharp click of the switch, the electric lights in
+the room blazed up brilliantly. The glare dazzled
+Mr. Grimm with its blinding flood, but he
+didn't move. Then softly, almost in a whisper:
+</p>
+<p>
+"Good evening, Mr. Grimm."
+</p>
+<p>
+It was a woman's voice, pleasant, unsurprised,
+perfectly modulated. Mr. Grimm certainly did
+not expect it now, but he knew it instantly&mdash;there
+was not another quite like it in the wide,
+wide world&mdash;and though he was still blinking
+a little, he came to his feet courteously.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Good morning, Miss Thorne," he corrected
+gravely.
+</p>
+<p>
+Now his vision was clearing, and he saw her,
+a graceful figure, silhouetted against the rich
+green of the wall draperies. Her lips were
+curled the least bit, as if she might have been
+smiling, and her wonderful eyes reflected a glint
+of&mdash;of&mdash;was it amusement? The folds of her
+evening dress fell away from her, and one bare,
+white arm was extended, as her hand still rested
+on the switch.
+</p>
+<p>
+"And you didn't hear me?" still in the half
+whisper. "I didn't think you would. Now I'm
+going to put out the lights for an instant, while
+you pull the shades down, and then&mdash;then we
+must have a&mdash;a conference."
+</p>
+<p>
+The switch snapped. The lights died as suddenly
+as they had been born, and Mr. Grimm,
+moving noiselessly, visited each of the four windows
+in turn. Then the lights blazed brilliantly
+again.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Just for a moment," Miss Thorne explained
+to him quietly, and she handed him a sheet of
+paper. "I want you to read this&mdash;read it carefully&mdash;then
+I shall turn out the lights again.
+They are dangerous. After that we may discuss
+the matter at our leisure."
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm read the paper while Miss
+Thorne's eyes questioned his impassive face. At
+length he looked up indolently, listlessly, and
+the switch snapped. She crossed the room and
+sat down; Mr. Grimm sat beside her.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I think," Miss Thorne suggested tentatively,
+"that that accounts perfectly for Monsieur
+Boiss&eacute;gur's disappearance."
+</p>
+<p>
+"It gives one explanation, at least," Mr.
+Grimm assented musingly. "Kidnapped&mdash;held
+prisoner&mdash;fifty thousand dollars demanded for
+his safety and release." A pause. "And to
+whom, may I ask, was this demand addressed?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"To Madame Boiss&eacute;gur," replied Miss
+Thorne. "I have the envelope in which it came.
+It was mailed at the general post-office at half-past
+one o'clock this afternoon, so the canceling
+stamp shows, and the envelope was addressed, as
+the letter was written, on a typewriter."
+</p>
+<p>
+"And how," inquired Mr. Grimm, after a long
+pause, "how did it come into your possession?"
+He waited a little. "Why didn't Monsieur Rigolot
+report this development to me this afternoon
+when I was here?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Monsieur Rigolot did not inform you of it
+because he didn't know of it himself," she replied,
+answering the last question first. "It
+came into my possession directly from the hands
+of Madame Boiss&eacute;gur&mdash;she gave it to me."
+</p>
+<p>
+"Why?"
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm was peering through the inscrutable
+darkness, straight into her face&mdash;a white
+daub in the gloom, shapeless, indistinct.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I have known Madame Boiss&eacute;gur for half a
+dozen years," Miss Thorne continued, in explanation.
+"We have been friends that long.
+I met her first in Tokio, later in Berlin, and
+within a few weeks, here in Washington. You
+see I have traveled in the time I have been an
+agent for my government. Well, Madame Boiss&eacute;gur
+received this letter about half-past four
+o'clock this afternoon; and about half-past five
+she sent for me and placed it in my hands, together
+with all the singular details following
+upon the ambassador's disappearance. So, it
+would seem that you and I are allies for this
+once, and the problem is already solved. There
+merely remains the task of finding and releasing
+the ambassador."
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm sat perfectly still.
+</p>
+<p>
+"And why," he asked slowly, "are you here
+now?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"For the same reason that you are here," she
+replied readily, "to see for myself if the&mdash;the
+person who twice came here at night&mdash;once for
+the ambassador's letters and once for his cigarettes&mdash;would,
+by any chance, make another
+trip. I knew you were here, of course."
+</p>
+<p>
+"You knew I was here," repeated Mr. Grimm
+musingly. "And, may I&mdash;?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Just as you knew that I, or some one, at
+least, had entered this house a few minutes ago,"
+she interrupted. "The automobile horn outside
+was a signal, wasn't it? Hastings was in the
+car? Or was it Blair or Johnson?"
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm did not say.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Didn't you anticipate any personal danger
+when you entered?" he queried instead.
+"Weren't you afraid I might shoot?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"No."
+</p>
+<p>
+There was a long silence. Mr. Grimm still
+sat with his elbows on his knees, staring, staring
+at the vague white splotch which was Miss
+Thorne's face and bare neck. One of her white
+arms hung at her side like a pallid serpent, and
+her hand was at rest on the seat of the couch.
+</p>
+<p>
+"It seems, Miss Thorne," he said at length,
+casually, quite casually, "that our paths of duty
+are inextricably tangled. Twice previously we
+have met under circumstances that were more
+than strange, and now&mdash;this! Whatever injustice
+I may have done you in the past by my suspicions
+has, I hope, been forgiven; and in each
+instance we were able to work side by side toward
+a conclusion. I am wondering now if this
+singular affair will take a similar course."
+</p>
+<p>
+He paused. Miss Thorne started to speak,
+but he silenced her with a slight gesture of his
+hand.
+</p>
+<p>
+"It is only fair to you to say that we&mdash;that
+is, the Secret Service&mdash;have learned many things
+about you," he resumed in the same casual tone.
+"We have, through our foreign agents, traced
+you step by step from Rome to Washington.
+We know that you are, in a way, a representative
+of a sovereign of Europe; we know that
+you were on a secret mission to the Spanish
+court, perhaps for this sovereign, and remained
+in Madrid for a month; we know that from there
+you went to Paris, also on a secret mission&mdash;perhaps
+the same&mdash;and remained there for three
+weeks; we know that you met diplomatic agents
+of those governments later in London. We
+know all this; we know the manner of your coming
+to this country; of your coming to Washington.
+But we don't know <i>why</i> you are here."
+</p>
+<p>
+Again she started to speak, and again he
+stopped her.
+</p>
+<p>
+"We don't know your name, but that is of no
+consequence. We <i>do</i> know that in Spain you
+were Se&ntilde;ora Cassavant, in Paris Mademoiselle
+d'Aubinon, in London Miss Jane Kellog, and here
+Miss Isabel Thorne. We realize that exigencies
+arise in your calling, and mine, which make
+changes of name desirable, necessary even, and
+there is no criticism of that. Now as the representative
+of your government&mdash;rather <i>a</i> government&mdash;you
+have a right to be here, although unaccredited;
+you have a right to remain here as
+long as your acts are consistent with our laws;
+you have a right to your secrets as long as they
+do not, directly or indirectly, threaten the welfare
+of this country. Now, why are you here?"
+</p>
+<p>
+He received no answer; he expected none.
+After a moment he went on:
+</p>
+<p>
+"Admitting that you are a secret agent of
+Italy, admitting everything that you claim to
+be, you haven't convinced me that you are not
+the person who came here for the letters and
+cigarettes. You have said nothing to prove to
+my satisfaction that you are not the individual
+I was waiting for to-night."
+</p>
+<p>
+"You don't mean that you suspect&mdash;?" she
+began in a tone of amazement.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I don't mean that I suspect anything," he
+interposed. "I mean merely that you haven't
+convinced me. There's nothing inconsistent in
+the fact that you are what you say you are, and
+that in spite of that, you came to-night for&mdash;"
+</p>
+<p>
+He was interrupted by a laugh, a throaty,
+silvery note that he remembered well. His idle
+hands closed spasmodically, only to be instantly
+relaxed.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Suppose, Mr. Grimm, I should tell you that
+immediately after Madame Boiss&eacute;gur placed the
+matter in my hands this afternoon I went
+straight to your office to show this letter to you
+and to ask your assistance?" she inquired.
+"Suppose that I left my card for you with a
+clerk there on being informed that you were out&mdash;remember
+I knew you were on the case from
+Madame Boiss&eacute;gur&mdash;would that indicate anything
+except that I wanted to put the matter
+squarely before you, and work with you?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"We will suppose that much," Mr. Grimm
+agreed.
+</p>
+<p>
+"That is a statement of fact," Miss Thorne
+added. "My card, which you will find at your
+office, will show that. And when I left your
+office I went to the hotel where you live, with the
+same purpose. You were not there, and I left
+a card for you. And <i>that</i> is a statement of fact.
+It was not difficult, owing to the extraordinary
+circumstances, to imagine that you would be
+here to-night&mdash;just as you are&mdash;and I came
+here. My purpose, still, was to inform you of
+what I knew, and work with you. Does that
+convince you?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"And how did you enter the embassy?" Mr.
+Grimm persisted.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Not with a latch-key, as you did," she replied.
+"Madame Boiss&eacute;gur, at my suggestion,
+left the French window in the hall there unfastened,
+and I came in that way&mdash;the way, I
+may add, that <i>Monsieur l'Ambassadeur</i> went out
+when he disappeared."
+</p>
+<p>
+"Very well!" commented Mr. Grimm, and
+finally: "I think, perhaps, I owe you an apology,
+Miss Thorne&mdash;another one. The circumstances
+now, as they were at our previous meetings,
+are so unusual that&mdash;is it necessary to go
+on?" There was a certain growing deference
+in his tone. "I wonder if you account for Monsieur
+Boiss&eacute;gur's disappearance as I do?" he
+inquired.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I dare say," and Miss Thorne leaned toward
+him with sudden eagerness in her manner and
+voice. "Your theory is&mdash;?" she questioned.
+</p>
+<p>
+"If we believe the servants we know that Monsieur
+Boiss&eacute;gur did not go out either by the
+front door or rear," Mr. Grimm explained.
+"That being true the French window by which
+you entered seems to have been the way."
+</p>
+<p>
+"Yes, yes," Miss Thorne interpolated. "And
+the circumstances attending the disappearance?
+How do you account for the fact that he went,
+evidently of his own will?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Precisely as you must account for it if you
+have studied the situation here as I have," responded
+Mr. Grimm. "For instance, sitting at
+his desk there"&mdash;and he turned to indicate it&mdash;"he
+could readily see out the windows overlooking
+the street. There is only a narrow strip of
+lawn between the house and the sidewalk. Now,
+if some one on the sidewalk, or&mdash;or&mdash;"
+</p>
+<p>
+"In a carriage?" promptly suggested Miss
+Thorne.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Or in a carriage," Mr. Grimm supplemented,
+"had attracted his attention&mdash;some one he knew&mdash;it
+is not at all unlikely that he rose, for no
+apparent reason, as he did do, passed along the
+hall&mdash;"
+</p>
+<p>
+"And through the French window, across the
+lawn to the carriage, and not a person in the
+house would have seen him go out? Precisely!
+There seems no doubt that was the way," she
+mused. "And, of course, he must have entered
+the carriage of his own free will?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"In other words, on some pretext or other, he
+was lured in, then made prisoner, and&mdash;!"
+</p>
+<p>
+He paused suddenly and his hand met Miss
+Thorne's warningly. The silence of the night
+was broken by the violent clatter of footsteps,
+apparently approaching the embassy.  The
+noise was unmistakable&mdash;some one was running.
+</p>
+<p>
+"The window!" Miss Thorne whispered.
+</p>
+<p>
+She rose quickly and started to cross the
+room, to look out; Mr. Grimm sat motionless,
+listening. An instant later and there came a
+tremendous crash of glass&mdash;the French window
+in the hallway by the sound&mdash;then rapid footsteps,
+still running, along the hall. Mr. Grimm
+moved toward the door unruffled, perfectly self-possessed;
+there was only a narrowing of his
+eyes at the abruptness and clatter of it all. And
+then the electric lights in the hall flashed up.
+</p>
+<p>
+Before Mr. Grimm stood a man, framed by
+the doorway, staring unseeingly into the darkened
+room. His face was haggard and white
+as death; his mouth agape as if from exertion,
+and the lips bloodless; his eyes were widely distended
+as if from fright&mdash;clothing disarranged,
+collar unfastened and dangling.
+</p>
+<p>
+"The ambassador!" Miss Thorne whispered
+thrillingly.
+</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<a name="CH14"><!-- CHAPTER 14 --></a>
+<h3>
+	XIV
+</h3>
+
+<h3>
+A RESCUE AND AN ESCAPE
+</h3>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>
+Miss Thorne's voice startled Mr. Grimm a little,
+but he had no doubts.  It was Monsieur Boiss&eacute;gur. Mr.
+Grimm was going toward the enframed figure
+when, without any apparent reason, the ambassador
+turned and ran along the hall; and at
+that instant the lights went out again. For one
+moment Grimm stood still, dazed and blinded by
+the sudden blackness, and again he started toward
+the door. Miss Thorne was beside him.
+</p>
+<p>
+"The lights!" he whispered tensely. "Find
+the switch!"
+</p>
+<p>
+He heard the rustle of her skirts as she moved
+away, and stepped out into the hall, feeling with
+both his hands along the wall. A few feet
+away, in the direction the ambassador had gone,
+there seemed to be a violent struggle in progress&mdash;there
+was the scuffling of feet, and quick-drawn
+breaths as muscle strained against muscle.
+The lights! If he could only find the switch!
+Then, as his hands moved along the wall, they
+came in contact with another hand&mdash;a hand
+pressed firmly against the plastering, barring
+his progress. A light blow in the face caused
+him to step back quickly.
+</p>
+<p>
+The scuffling sound suddenly resolved itself
+into moving footsteps, and the front door
+opened and closed with a bang. Mr. Grimm's
+listless eyes snapped, and his white teeth came
+together sharply as he started toward the front
+door. But fate seemed to be against him still.
+He stumbled over a chair, and his own impetus
+forward sent him sprawling; his head struck the
+wall with a resounding whack; and then, over
+the house, came utter silence. From outside he
+heard the clatter of a cab. Finally that died
+away in the distance.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Miss Thorne?" he inquired quietly.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I'm here," she answered in a despairing
+voice. "But I can't find the switch."
+</p>
+<p>
+"Are you hurt?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"No."
+</p>
+<p>
+And then she found the switch; the lights
+flared up. Mr. Grimm was sitting thoughtfully
+on the floor.
+</p>
+<p>
+"That simplifies the matter considerably," he
+observed complacently, as he rose. "The men
+who signaled to me when you entered the embassy
+will never let that cab get out of their
+sight."
+</p>
+<p>
+Miss Thorne stood leaning forward a little,
+eagerly gazing at him with those wonderful
+blue-gray eyes, and an expression of&mdash;of&mdash;perhaps
+it was admiration on her face.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Are you sure?" she demanded, at last.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I know it," was his response.
+</p>
+<p>
+And just then Monsieur Rigolot, secretary of
+the embassy, thrust an inquisitive head timidly
+around the corner of the stairs. The crash of
+glass had aroused him.
+</p>
+<p>
+"What happened?" he asked breathlessly.
+</p>
+<p>
+"We don't know just yet," replied Mr.
+Grimm. "If the noise aroused any one else
+please assure them that there's nothing the matter.
+And you might inform Madame Boiss&eacute;gur
+that the ambassador will return home to-morrow.
+Good night!"
+</p>
+<p>
+At his hotel, when he reached there, Mr.
+Grimm found Miss Thorne's card&mdash;and he drew
+a long breath; at his office he found another of
+her cards, and he drew another long breath. He
+did like corroborative details, did Mr. Grimm,
+and, of course, this&mdash;! On the following day
+Miss Thorne accompanied him to Alexandria,
+and they were driven in a closed carriage out
+toward the western edge of the city. Finally
+the carriage stopped at a signal from Mr.
+Grimm, and he assisted Miss Thorne out, after
+which he turned and spoke to some one remaining
+inside&mdash;a man.
+</p>
+<p>
+"The house is two blocks west, along that
+street there," he explained, and he indicated an
+intersecting thoroughfare just ahead. "It is
+number ninety-seven. Five minutes after we
+enter you will drive up in front of the door and
+wait. If we don't return in fifteen minutes&mdash;come
+in after us!"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Do you anticipate danger?" Miss Thorne
+queried quickly.
+</p>
+<p>
+"If I had anticipated danger," replied Mr.
+Grimm, "I should not have permitted you to
+come with me."
+</p>
+<p>
+They entered the house&mdash;number ninety-seven&mdash;with
+a key which Mr. Grimm produced, and
+a minute or so later walked into a room where
+three men were sitting. One of them was of a
+coarse, repulsive type, large and heavy; another
+rather dapper, of superficial polish, evidently a
+foreigner, and the third&mdash;the third was Ambassador
+Boiss&eacute;gur!
+</p>
+<p>
+"Good morning, gentlemen!" Mr. Grimm
+greeted them, then ceremoniously: "Monsieur
+Boiss&eacute;gur, your carriage is at the door."
+</p>
+<p>
+The three men came to their feet instantly,
+and one of them&mdash;he of the heavy face&mdash;drew
+a revolver. Mr. Grimm faced him placidly.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Do you know what would happen to you if
+you killed me?" he inquired pleasantly. "You
+wouldn't live three minutes. Do you imagine I
+came in here blindly? There are a dozen men
+guarding the entrances to the house&mdash;a pistol
+shot would bring them in. Put down the gun!"
+</p>
+<p>
+Eyes challenged eyes for one long tense instant,
+and the man carefully laid the weapon on
+the table. Mr. Grimm strolled over and picked
+it up, after which he glanced inquiringly at the
+other man&mdash;the ambassador's second guard.
+</p>
+<p>
+"And you are the gentleman, I dare say, who
+made the necessary trips to the ambassador's
+house, probably using his latch-key?" he remarked
+interrogatively. "First for the letters
+to be signed, and again for the cigarettes?"
+</p>
+<p>
+There was no answer and Mr. Grimm turned
+questioningly to Monsieur Boiss&eacute;gur, silent,
+white of face, motionless.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Yes, Monsieur," the ambassador burst out
+suddenly. His eyes were fixed unwaveringly on
+Miss Thorne.
+</p>
+<p>
+"And your escape, Monsieur?" continued Mr.
+Grimm.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I did escape, Monsieur, last night," the ambassador
+explained, "but they knew it immediately&mdash;they
+pursued me into my own house,
+these two and another&mdash;and dragged me back
+here! <i>Mon Dieu, Monsieur, c'est&mdash;!</i>"
+</p>
+<p>
+"That's all that's necessary," remarked Mr.
+Grimm. "You are free to go now."
+</p>
+<p>
+"But there are others," Monsieur Boiss&eacute;gur
+interposed desperately, "two more somewhere below,
+and they will not allow&mdash;they will attack&mdash;!"
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm's listless eyes narrowed slightly
+and he turned to Miss Thorne. She was a little
+white, but he saw enough in her face to satisfy
+him.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I shall escort Monsieur Boiss&eacute;gur to his carriage,
+Miss Thorne," he said calmly. "These
+men will remain here until I return. Take the
+revolver. If either of them so much as wags his
+head&mdash;<i>shoot</i>! You are not&mdash;not afraid?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"No." She smiled faintly. "I am not
+afraid."
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm and the ambassador went down
+the stairs, and out the front door. Mr. Grimm
+was just turning to reenter the house when
+from above came a muffled, venomous cra-as-ash!&mdash;a
+shot! He took the steps going up, two at
+a time. Miss Thorne was leaning against the
+wall as if dazed; the revolver lay at her feet. A
+door in a far corner of the room stood open; and
+the clatter of footsteps echoed through the
+house.
+</p>
+<p>
+"One of them leaped at me and I fired," she
+gasped in explanation. "He struck me, but I'm&mdash;I'm
+not hurt."
+</p>
+<p>
+She stooped quickly, picked up the revolver
+and made as if to follow the dying footsteps.
+Mr. Grimm stopped her.
+</p>
+<p>
+"It doesn't matter," he said quietly. "Let
+them go." And after a while, earnestly: "If I
+had dreamed of such a&mdash;such a thing as this I
+should never have consented to allow you&mdash;"
+</p>
+<p>
+"I understand," she interrupted, and for one
+instant her outstretched hand rested on his arm.
+"The ambassador?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Perfectly safe," responded Mr. Grimm.
+"Two of my men are with him."
+</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<a name="CH15"><!-- CHAPTER 15 --></a>
+<h3>
+	XV
+</h3>
+
+<h3>
+MASTER OF THE SITUATION
+</h3>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>
+As the women rose and started out, leaving
+the gentlemen over their coffee and
+cigars, Miss Thorne paused at the door
+and the blue-gray eyes flashed some subtle message
+to the French ambassador who, after an
+instant, nodded comprehendingly, then resumed
+his conversation. As he left the room a few
+minutes later he noticed that Mr. Grimm had
+joined a group of automaniacs of which Mr.
+Cadwallader was the enthusiastic center. He
+spoke to his hostess, the wife of the minister
+from Portugal, for a moment, then went to Miss
+Thorne and dropped into a seat beside her. She
+greeted him with a smile and was still smiling
+as she talked.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I believe, Monsieur," she said in French,
+"you sent a code message to the cable office this
+afternoon?"
+</p>
+<p>
+His eyes questioned hers quickly.
+</p>
+<p>
+"And please bear in mind that we probably
+are being watched as we talk," she went on
+pleasantly. "Mr. Grimm is the man to be afraid
+of. Smile&mdash;don't look so serious!" She laughed
+outright.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Yes, I sent a code message," he replied.
+</p>
+<p>
+"It was your resignation?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Yes."
+</p>
+<p>
+"Well, it wasn't sent, of course," she informed
+him, and her eyes were sparkling as if something
+amusing had been said. "One of my agents
+stopped it. I may add that it will not be sent."
+</p>
+<p>
+The ambassador's eyes grew steely, then
+blank again.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Mademoiselle, what am I to understand from
+that?" he demanded.
+</p>
+<p>
+"You are to understand that I am absolute
+master of the situation in Washington at this
+moment," she replied positively. The smile on
+her lips and the tone of her voice were strangely
+at variance. "From the beginning I let you understand
+that ultimately you would receive your
+instructions from Paris; now I know they will
+reach you by cable to-morrow. Within a week
+the compact will be signed. Whether you approve
+of it or not it will be signed for your
+country by a special envoy whose authority is
+greater than yours&mdash;his Highness, the Prince
+Benedetto d'Abruzzi."
+</p>
+<p>
+"Has he reached Washington?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"He is in Washington. He has been here for
+some time, incognito." She was silent a moment.
+"You have been a source of danger to our
+plans," she added. "If it had not been for an
+accident you would still have been comfortably
+kept out in Alexandria where Mr. Grimm and I
+found you. Please remember, Monsieur, that
+we will accomplish what we set out to do. Nothing
+can stop us&mdash;nothing."
+</p>
+<p>
+At just about the same moment the name of
+Prince d'Abruzzi had been used in the dining-room,
+but in a different connection. Mr. Cadwallader
+was reciting some incident of an automobile
+trip in Italy when he had been connected
+with the British embassy there.
+</p>
+<p>
+"The prince was driving," he said, "and one
+of the best I ever saw. Corking chap, the
+prince; democratic, you know, and all that sort
+of thing. He was one scion of royalty who
+didn't mind soiling his hands by diving in under
+a car and fixing it himself. At that time he
+was inclined to be wild&mdash;that was eight or nine
+years ago&mdash;but they say now he has settled
+down to work, and is one of the real diplomatic
+powers of Italy. I haven't seen him for a half
+dozen years."
+</p>
+<p>
+"How old a man is he?" asked Mr. Grimm
+carelessly.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Thirty-five, thirty-eight, perhaps; I don't
+know," replied Mr. Cadwallader. "It's odd, you
+know, the number of princes and blue-bloods
+and all that sort of thing one can find knocking
+about in Italy and Germany and Spain. One
+never hears of half of them. I never had heard
+of the Prince d'Abruzzi until I went to Italy,
+and I've heard jolly well little of him since, except
+indirectly."
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Cadwallader lapsed into silence as he sat
+staring at a large group photograph which
+was framed on a wall of the dining-room.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Isn't that the royal family of Italy?" he
+asked. He rose and went over to it. "By Jove,
+it is, and here is the prince in the group. The
+picture was taken, I should say, about the time I
+knew him."
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm strolled over idly and stood for a
+long time staring at the photograph.
+</p>
+<p>
+"He can drive a motor, you know," said Mr.
+Cadwallader admiringly. "And Italy is the
+place to drive them. They forgot to make any
+speed laws over there, and if a chap gets in your
+way and you knock him silly they arrest him
+for obstructing traffic, you know. Over here if
+a chap really starts to go any place in a hurry
+some bally idiot holds him up."
+</p>
+<p>
+"Have you ever been held up?" queried Mr.
+Grimm.
+</p>
+<p>
+"No, but I expect to be every day," was the
+reply. "I've got a new motor, you know, and
+I've never been able to see how fast it is. The
+other evening I ran up to Baltimore with it in
+an hour and thirty-seven minutes from Alexandria
+to Druid Hill Park, and that's better than
+forty miles. I never did let the motor out, you
+know, because we ran in the dark most of the
+way."
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm was still gazing at the photograph.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Did you go alone?" he asked.
+</p>
+<p>
+"There's no fun motoring alone, you know.
+Se&ntilde;orita Rodriguez was with me. Charming
+girl, what?"
+</p>
+<p>
+A little while later Mr. Grimm sauntered out
+into the drawing-room and made his way toward
+Miss Thorne and the French ambassador. Monsieur
+Boiss&eacute;gur rose, and offered his hand cordially.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I hope, Monsieur," said Mr. Grimm, "that
+you are no worse off for your&mdash;your unpleasant
+experience?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Not at all, thanks to you," was the reply.
+"I have just thanked Miss Thorne for her part
+in the affair, and&mdash;"
+</p>
+<p>
+"I'm glad to have been of service," interrupted
+Mr. Grimm lightly.
+</p>
+<p>
+The ambassador bowed ceremoniously and
+moved away. Mr. Grimm dropped into the seat
+he had just left.
+</p>
+<p>
+"You've left the legation, haven't you?" he
+asked.
+</p>
+<p>
+"You drove me out," she laughed.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Drove you out?" he repeated. "Drove you
+out?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Why, it was not only uncomfortable, but it
+was rather conspicuous because of the constant
+espionage of your Mr. Blair and your Mr.
+Johnson and your Mr. Hastings," she explained,
+still laughing. "So I have moved to
+the Hotel Hilliard."
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm was twisting the seal ring on his
+little finger.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I'm sorry if I've made it uncomfortable for
+you," he apologized. "You see it's necessary
+to&mdash;"
+</p>
+<p>
+"No explanation," Miss Thorne interrupted.
+"I understand."
+</p>
+<p>
+"I'm glad you do," he replied seriously.
+"How long do you intend to remain in the city?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Really I don't know&mdash;two, three, four weeks,
+perhaps. Why?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"I was just wondering."
+</p>
+<p>
+Se&ntilde;orita Rodriguez came toward them.
+</p>
+<p>
+"We're going to play bridge," she said, "and
+we need you, Isabel, to make the four. Come.
+I hate to take her away, Mr. Grimm."
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm and Miss Thorne rose together.
+For an instant her slim white hand rested on
+Mr. Grimm's sleeve and she stared into his eyes
+understandingly with a little of melancholy in
+her own. They left Mr. Grimm there.
+</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<a name="CH16"><!-- CHAPTER 16 --></a>
+<h3>
+	XVI
+</h3>
+
+<h3>
+LETTERS FROM JAIL
+</h3>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>
+For two weeks Signor Pietro Petrozinni,
+known to the Secret Service as an unaccredited
+agent of the Italian government,
+and the self-confessed assailant of Se&ntilde;or
+Alvarez of the Mexican legation, had been taking
+his ease in a cell. He had been formally arraigned
+and committed without bail to await
+the result of the bullet wound which had been
+inflicted upon the diplomatist from Mexico at
+the German Embassy Ball, and, since then, undisturbed
+and apparently careless of the outcome,
+he had spent his time in reading and
+smoking. He had answered questions with only
+a curt yes or no when he deigned to answer them
+at all; and there had been no callers or inquiries
+for him. He had abruptly declined a suggestion
+of counsel.
+</p>
+<p>
+Twice each day, morning and night, he had
+asked a question of the jailer who brought his
+simple meals.
+</p>
+<p>
+"How is Se&ntilde;or Alvarez?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"He is still in a critical condition." The answer
+was always the same.
+</p>
+<p>
+Whereupon the secret agent would return to
+his reading with not a shadow of uneasiness or
+concern on his face.
+</p>
+<p>
+Occasionally there came a courteous little note
+from Miss Thorne, which he read without
+emotion, afterward casting them aside or tearing
+them up. He never answered them. And
+then one day there came another note which, for
+no apparent reason, seemed to stir him from his
+lethargy. Outwardly it was like all the others,
+but when Signor Petrozinni scanned the sheet
+his eyes lighted strangely, and he stood staring
+down at it as though to hide a sudden change of
+expression in his face. His gaze was concentrated
+on two small splotches of ink where, it
+seemed, the pen had scratched as Miss Thorne
+signed her name.
+</p>
+<p>
+The guard stood at the barred door for a moment,
+then started to turn away. The prisoner
+stopped him with a quick gesture.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Oh, Guard, may I have a glass of milk,
+please?" he asked. "No ice. I prefer it tepid."
+</p>
+<p>
+He thrust a small coin between the bars; the
+guard accepted it and passed on. Then, still
+standing at the door, the prisoner read the note
+again:
+</p>
+<blockquote><p>"MY DEAR FRIEND:
+</p>
+<p>
+"I understand, from an indirect source, that
+there has been a marked improvement in Se&ntilde;or
+Alvarez's condition, and I am hastening to send
+you the good news. There is every hope that
+within a short while, if he continues to improve,
+we can arrange a bail bond, and you will be free
+until the time of trial anyway.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Might it not be well for you to consult an
+attorney at once? Drop me a line to let me
+know you received this.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Sincerely,
+</p>
+<p>
+"ISABEL THORNE."</p></blockquote>
+<p>
+Finally the prisoner tossed the note on a tiny
+table in a corner of his cell, and resumed his
+reading. After a time the guard returned with
+the milk.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Would it be against the rules for me to write
+an answer to this?" queried Signor Petrozinni,
+and he indicated the note.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Certainly not," was the reply.
+</p>
+<p>
+"If I might trouble you, then, for pen and ink
+and paper?" suggested the signor and he smiled
+a little. "Believe me, I would prefer to get them
+for myself."
+</p>
+<p>
+"I guess that's right," the guard grinned
+good-naturedly.
+</p>
+<p>
+Again he went away and the prisoner sat
+thoughtfully sipping the milk. He took half
+of it, then lighted a cigarette, puffed it once or
+twice and permitted the light to die. After a
+little there came again the clatter of the guard's
+feet on the cement pavement, and the writing
+materials were thrust through the bars.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Thank you," said the prisoner.
+</p>
+<p>
+The guard went on, with a nod, and a moment
+later the signor heard the clangor of a steel door
+down the corridor as it was closed and locked.
+He leaned forward in his chair with half-closed
+eyes, listening for a long time, then rose and
+noiselessly approached the cell door. Again
+he listened intently, after which he resumed his
+seat. He tossed away the cigarette he had and
+lighted a fresh one, afterward holding the note
+over the flame of the match. Here and there,
+where the paper charred in the heat, a letter or
+word stood out from the bare whiteness of the
+paper, and finally, a message complete appeared
+between the innocuous ink-written lines. The
+prisoner read it greedily:
+</p>
+<blockquote><p>"Am privately informed there is little chance
+of Alvarez's recovery. Shall I arrange escape
+for you, or have ambassador intercede? Would
+advise former, as the other might take months,
+and meeting to sign treaty alliance would be
+dangerously delayed."</p></blockquote>
+<p>
+Signor Petrozinni permitted the sputtering
+flame to ignite the paper, and thoughtfully
+watched the blaze destroy it. The last tiny
+scrap dropped on the floor, burned out, and he
+crushed the ashes under his heel. Then he began
+to write:
+</p>
+<blockquote><p>"My Dear Miss Thorne:
+</p>
+<p>
+"Many thanks for your courteous little note.
+I am delighted to know of the improvement in
+Se&ntilde;or Alvarez's condition. I had hoped that my
+impulsive act in shooting him would not end in
+a tragedy. Please keep me informed of any
+further change in his condition. As yet I do
+not see the necessity of consulting an attorney,
+but later I may be compelled to do so.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Respectfully,
+</p>
+<p>
+"Pietro Petrozinni."</p></blockquote>
+<p>
+This done the secret agent carefully cleaned
+the ink from the pen, wiping it dry with his
+handkerchief, then thrust it into the half empty
+glass of milk. The fluid clung to the steel nib
+thinly; he went on writing with it, between the
+lines of ink:
+</p>
+<blockquote><p>"I am in no danger. I hold credentials to
+United States, which, when presented, will make
+me responsible only to the Italian government
+as special envoy, according to international law.
+Arrange escape for one week from to-night;
+use any money necessary. Make careful arrangements
+for the test and signing of compact for
+two nights after."</p></blockquote>
+<p>
+Again the prisoner cleaned the steel nib, after
+which he put it back in the bottle of ink, leaving
+it there. He waved the sheet of paper back and
+forth to dry it, and at last scrutinized it minutely,
+standing under the light from the high-up
+window of his cell. Letter by letter the milk
+evaporated, leaving the sheet perfectly clean
+and white except for the ink-written message.
+This sheet he folded, placed in an envelope, and
+addressed.
+</p>
+<p>
+Later the guard passed along the corridor,
+and Signor Petrozinni thrust the letter out to
+him.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Be good enough to post that, please," he requested.
+"It isn't sealed. I don't know if your
+prison rules require you to read the letters that
+go out. If so, read it, or have it read, then
+seal it."
+</p>
+<p>
+For answer the guard dampened the flap of
+the envelope, sealed it, thrust it into his pocket
+and passed on. The secret agent sat down again,
+and sipped his milk meditatively.
+</p>
+<p>
+One hour later Mr. Grimm, accompanied by
+Johnson, came out of a photographer's dark
+room in Pennsylvania Avenue with a developed
+negative which he set on a rack to dry. At the
+end of another hour he was sitting at his desk
+studying, under a magnifying glass, a finished
+print of the negative. Word by word he was
+writing on a slip of paper what his magnifying
+glass gave him and so, curiously enough, it came
+to pass that Miss Thorne and Chief Campbell
+of the Secret Service were reading the hidden,
+milk-written message at almost the identical moment.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Johnson got Petrozinni's letter from the
+postman," Mr. Grimm was explaining.  "I
+opened it, photographed it, sealed it again and
+remailed it. There was not more than half an
+hour's delay; and Miss Thorne can not possibly
+know of it." He paused a moment. "It's an
+odd thing that writing such as that is absolutely
+invisible to the naked eye, and yet when photographed
+becomes decipherable in the negative."
+</p>
+<p>
+"What do you make of it?" Mr. Campbell
+asked. The guileless blue eyes were alive with
+eagerness.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Well, he's right, of course, about not being
+in danger," said Mr. Grimm. "If he came with
+credentials as special envoy this government
+must respect them, even if Se&ntilde;or Alvarez dies,
+and leave it to his own government to punish
+him. If we were officially aware that he has
+such credentials I doubt if we would have the
+right to keep him confined; we would merely
+have to hand him over to the Italian embassy
+and demand his punishment. And, of course, all
+that makes him more dangerous than ever."
+</p>
+<p>
+"Yes, I know that," said the chief a little impatiently.
+"But who is this man?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Who is this man?" Mr. Grimm repeated as
+if surprised at the question. "I was looking for
+Prince Benedetto d'Abruzzi, of Italy. I have
+found him."
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Campbell's clock-like brain ticked over the
+situation in detail.
+</p>
+<p>
+"It's like this," Mr. Grimm elucidated. "He
+has credentials which he knows will free him if
+he is forced to present them, but I imagine they
+were given to him more for protection in an
+emergency like this than for introducing him to
+our government. As the matter stands he can't
+afford to discover himself by using those credentials,
+and yet, if the Latin compact is signed,
+he must be free. Remember, too, that he is accredited
+from three countries&mdash;Italy, France
+and Spain." He was silent for a moment. "Naturally
+his escape from prison would preserve his
+incognito, and at the same time permit him to
+sign the compact."
+</p>
+<p>
+There was silence for a long time.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I believe the situation is without precedent,"
+said Mr. Campbell slowly. "The special envoy
+of three great powers held for attempted&mdash;!"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Officially we are not aware of his purpose, or
+his identity," Mr. Grimm reminded him. "If he
+escaped it would clarify the situation tremendously."
+</p>
+<p>
+"If he escaped!" repeated Mr. Campbell musingly.
+</p>
+<p>
+"But, of course, the compact would not be
+signed, at least in this country," Mr. Grimm
+went on tentatively.
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Campbell gazed straight into the listless
+eyes of the young man for a minute or more,
+and gradually full understanding came home to
+him. Finally he nodded his head.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Use your own judgment, Mr. Grimm," he
+directed.
+</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<a name="CH17"><!-- CHAPTER 17 --></a>
+<h3>
+	XVII
+</h3>
+
+<h3>
+A CALL ON THE WARDEN
+</h3>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>
+The restful silence of night lay over the
+great prison. Here and there in the
+grim corridors a guard dozed in the
+glare of an electric light; and in the office, too,
+a desk light glimmered where the warden sat at
+his desk, poring over a report. Once he glanced
+up at the clock&mdash;it was five minutes of eleven&mdash;and
+then he went on with his reading.
+</p>
+<p>
+After a little the silence was broken by the
+whir of the clock and the first sharp stroke of
+the hour; and at just that moment the door from
+the street opened and a man entered. He was
+rather tall and slender, and a sinister black mask
+hid his face from the quickly raised eyes of the
+warden. For a bare fraction of a second the
+two men stared at each other, then, instinctively,
+the warden's right hand moved toward the open
+drawer of his desk where a revolver lay, and his
+left toward several electrically connected levers.
+The intruder noted both gestures, and, unarmed
+himself, stood silent. The warden was first to
+speak.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Well, what is it?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"You have a prisoner here, Pietro Petrozinni,"
+was the reply, in a pleasant voice. "I have
+come to demand his release."
+</p>
+<p>
+The warden's right hand was raised above the
+desk top, and the revolver in it clicked warningly.
+</p>
+<p>
+"You have come to demand his release, eh?"
+he queried. He still sat motionless, with his
+eyes fixed on the black mask. "How did you
+pass the outside guard?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"He was bribed," was the ready response.
+"Now, Warden," the masked intruder continued
+pacifically, "it would be much more pleasant
+all around and there would be less personal danger
+in it for both of us if you would release Signor
+Petrozinni without question. I may add
+that no bribe was offered to you because your
+integrity was beyond question."
+</p>
+<p>
+"Thank you," said the warden grimly, "and
+it shall remain so as long as I have this." He
+tapped on the desk with the revolver.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Oh, that isn't loaded," said the masked man
+quietly.
+</p>
+<p>
+One quick glance at the weapon showed the
+warden that the cartridges had been drawn! His
+teeth closed with a snap at the treachery of it,
+and with his left hand he pulled back one of the
+levers&mdash;that which should arouse the jailers,
+turnkeys and guards. Instead of the insistent
+clangor which he expected, there was silence.
+</p>
+<p>
+"That wire has been cut," the stranger volunteered.
+</p>
+<p>
+With clenched teeth the warden pulled the police
+alarm.
+</p>
+<p>
+"And that wire was cut, too," the stranger
+explained.
+</p>
+<p>
+The warden came to his feet with white face,
+and nails biting into the palms of his hands.
+He still held the revolver as he advanced upon
+the masked man threateningly.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Not too close, now," warned the intruder,
+with a sudden hardening of his voice. "Believe
+me, it would be best for you to release this man,
+because it must be done, pleasantly or otherwise.
+I have no desire to injure you, still less
+do I intend that you shall injure me; and it
+would be needless for either of us to make a personal
+matter of it. I want your prisoner, Signor
+Petrozinni&mdash;you will release him at once! That's
+all!"
+</p>
+<p>
+The warden paused, dazed, incredulous before
+the audacity of it, while he studied two calm
+eyes which peered at him through the slits of
+the mask.
+</p>
+<p>
+"And if I <i>don't</i> release him?" he demanded at
+last, fiercely.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Then I shall take him," was the reply. "It
+has been made impossible for you to give an
+alarm," the stranger went on. "The very men
+on whom you most depended have been bought,
+and even if they were within sound of your voice
+now they wouldn't respond. One of your assistants
+who has been here for years unloaded
+the revolver in the desk there, and less than an
+hour ago cut the prison alarm wire. I, personally,
+cut the police alarm outside the building.
+So you see!"
+</p>
+<p>
+As yet there was no weapon in sight, save the
+unloaded revolver in the warden's hand; at no
+time had the stranger's voice been raised. His
+tone was a perfectly normal one.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Besides yourself there are only five other
+men employed here who are now awake," the
+masked man continued. "These are four inner
+guards and the outer guard. They have all been
+bought&mdash;the turnkeys at five thousand dollars
+each, and the outer guard at seven thousand.
+The receipt of all of this money is conditional
+upon the release of Signor Petrozinni, therefore
+it is to their interest to aid me as against you.
+I am telling you all this, frankly and fully, to
+make you see how futile any resistance would
+be."
+</p>
+<p>
+"But who&mdash;who is this Signor Petrozinni,
+that such powerful influences should be brought
+to bear in his behalf?" demanded the bewildered
+warden.
+</p>
+<p>
+"He is a man who can command a vast fortune&mdash;and
+Se&ntilde;or Alvarez is at the point of
+death. That, I think, makes it clear. Now, if
+you'll sit down, please!"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Sit down?" bellowed the warden.
+</p>
+<p>
+Suddenly he was seized by a violent, maddening
+rage. He took one step forward and raised
+the empty revolver to strike. The masked man
+moved slightly to one side and his clenched fist
+caught the warden on the point of the chin. The
+official went down without a sound and lay still,
+inert. A moment later the door leading into the
+corridor of the prison opened, and Signor Petrozinni,
+accompanied by one of the guards, entered
+the warden's office. The masked man glanced
+around at them, and with a motion of his head
+indicated the door leading to the street. They
+passed through, closing the door behind them.
+</p>
+<p>
+For a little time the intruder stood staring
+down at the still body, then he went to the telephone
+and called police headquarters.
+</p>
+<p>
+"There has been a jail delivery at the prison,"
+he said in answer to the "hello" of the desk-sergeant
+at the other end of the wire. "Better
+send some of your men up to investigate."
+</p>
+<p>
+"Who is that?" came the answering question.
+</p>
+<p>
+The stranger replaced the receiver on the
+hook, stripped off his black mask, dropped it on
+the floor beside the motionless warden, and went
+out. It was Mr. Grimm!
+</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<a name="CH18"><!-- CHAPTER 18 --></a>
+<h3>
+	XVIII
+</h3>
+
+<h3>
+NOTICE TO LEAVE
+</h3>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>
+At fifteen minutes of midnight when Miss
+Thorne, followed by Signor Petrozinni,
+entered the sitting-room of her apartments
+in the hotel and turned up the light they
+found Mr. Grimm already there. He rose courteously.
+At sight of him Miss Thorne's face
+went deathly white, and the escaped prisoner
+turned toward the door again.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I would advise that you stay, your Highness,"
+said Mr. Grimm coldly. Signor Petrozinni
+paused, amazed. "You will merely subject
+yourself to the humiliation of arrest if you attempt
+to leave. The house is guarded by a dozen
+men."
+</p>
+<p>
+"Your Highness?" Miss Thorne repeated
+blankly. "You are assuming a great deal, aren't
+you, Mr. Grimm?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"I don't believe," and Mr. Grimm's listless
+eyes were fixed on those of the escaped prisoner,
+"I don't believe that Prince Benedetto d'Abruzzi
+will deny his identity?"
+</p>
+<p>
+There was one of those long tense silences
+when eye challenges eye, when wit is pitted
+against wit, and mind is hauled around to a new,
+and sometimes unattractive, view of a situation.
+Miss Thorne stood silent with rigid features,
+colorless as marble; but slowly a sneer settled
+about the lips of Signor Petrozinni that was,
+and he sat down.
+</p>
+
+<a name="image-3"><!-- Image 3 --></a>
+<p class="figure">
+<a href="images/img3.jpg">
+<img width="60%" src="images/img3.jpg"
+alt="A Long Tense Silence when Eye Challenges Eye."/></a><br />
+<b>"A Long Tense Silence when Eye Challenges Eye."</b>
+</p>
+
+<p>
+"You seem to know everything, Mr. Grimm,"
+he taunted.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I <i>try</i> to know everything, your Highness,"
+was the reply. Mr. Grimm was still standing.
+"I know, for instance, that one week ago the
+plot which had your freedom for its purpose
+was born; I know the contents of every letter
+that passed between you and Miss Thorne here,
+notwithstanding the invisible ink; I know that
+four days ago several thousand dollars was
+smuggled in to you concealed in a basket of
+fruit; I know, with that money, you bribed your
+way out, while Miss Thorne or one of her agents
+bribed the guard in front; I know that the escape
+was planned for to-night, and that the man
+who was delegated to take charge of it is now
+locked in my office under guard. It may interest
+you to know that it was I who took his place
+and made the escape possible. I know that
+much!"
+</p>
+<p>
+"You&mdash;<i>you</i>&mdash;!" the prince burst out suddenly.
+"<i>You</i> aided me to escape?"
+</p>
+<p>
+Miss Thorne was staring, staring at them
+with her eyes widely distended, and her red lips
+slightly parted.
+</p>
+<p>
+"<i>Why</i> did you assist him?" she demanded.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Details are tiresome, Miss Thorne," replied
+Mr. Grimm with the utmost courtesy. "There
+is one other thing I know&mdash;that the Latin compact
+will not be signed in the United States."
+</p>
+<p>
+The prince's eyes met Miss Thorne's inquiringly,
+and she shook her head. The sneer was
+still playing about his mouth.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Anything else of special interest that you
+know?" he queried.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Yes, of interest to both you and Miss
+Thorne. That is merely if the Latin compact
+is signed anywhere, the English-speaking countries
+of the world might construe it as a <i>casus
+belli</i> and strike soon enough, and hard enough,
+to put an end to it once for all."
+</p>
+<p>
+Again there was silence for a little while.
+Slowly the prince's eyes were darkening, and a
+shadow flitted across Miss Thorne's face. The
+prince rose impatiently.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Well, what is the meaning of all this? Are
+you going to take me back to prison?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"No," said Mr. Grimm. He glanced at his
+watch. "I will give each of you one-half hour
+to pack your belongings. We must catch a
+train at one o'clock."
+</p>
+<p>
+"Leave the city?" gasped Miss Thorne.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Impossible!" exclaimed the prince.
+</p>
+<p>
+"One-half hour," said Mr. Grimm coldly.
+</p>
+<p>
+"But&mdash;but it's out of the question," expostulated
+Miss Thorne.
+</p>
+<p>
+"One-half hour," repeated Mr. Grimm. He
+didn't dare to meet those wonderful blue-gray
+eyes now. "A special car with private compartments
+will be attached to the regular train, and
+the only inconvenience to you will be the fact
+that the three of us will be compelled to sit up
+all night. Half a dozen other Secret Service men
+will be on the train with us."
+</p>
+<p>
+And then the prince's entire manner underwent
+a change.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Mr. Grimm," he said earnestly, "it is absolutely
+necessary that I remain in Washington
+for another week&mdash;remain here even if I am
+locked up again&mdash;lock me up again if you like.
+I can't sign compacts in prison."
+</p>
+<p>
+"Twenty-five minutes," replied Mr. Grimm
+quietly.
+</p>
+<p>
+"But here," exclaimed the prince explosively,
+"I have credentials which will insure my protection
+in spite of your laws."
+</p>
+<p>
+"I know that," said Mr. Grimm placidly.
+"Credentials of that nature can not be presented
+at midnight, and you will not be here to-morrow
+to present them. The fact that you have those
+credentials, your Highness, is one reason why
+you must leave Washington now, to-night."
+</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<a name="CH19"><!-- CHAPTER 19 --></a>
+<h3>
+	XIX
+</h3>
+
+<h3>
+BY WIRELESS
+</h3>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>
+They paused in the office, the three of
+them, and while Miss Thorne was giving
+some instructions as to her baggage
+the prince went over to the telegraph booth and
+began to write a message on a blank. Mr.
+Grimm appeared at his elbow.
+</p>
+<p>
+"No," he said.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Can't I send a telegram if I like?" demanded
+the prince sharply.
+</p>
+<p>
+"No, nor a note, nor a letter, nor may you
+speak to any one," Mr. Grimm informed him
+quietly.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Why, it's an outrage!" flamed the prince.
+</p>
+<p>
+"It depends altogether on the view-point,
+your Highness," said Mr. Grimm courteously.
+"If you will pardon me I might suggest that it
+is needless to attract attention by your present
+attitude. You may&mdash;I say you <i>may</i>&mdash;compel
+me to humiliate you." The prince glared at him
+angrily. "I mean handcuff you," Mr. Grimm
+added gratuitously.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Handcuff <i>me</i>?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"I shouldn't hesitate, your Highness, if it
+was necessary."
+</p>
+<p>
+After a moment Miss Thorne signified her
+readiness, and they started out. At the door
+Mr. Grimm stopped and turned back to the desk,
+as if struck by some sudden thought, leaving
+them together.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Oh, Miss Thorne left a message for some
+one," Mr. Grimm was saying to the clerk.
+"She's decided it is unnecessary." He turned
+and glanced toward her, and the clerk's eyes followed
+his. "Please give it to me."
+</p>
+<p>
+It was passed over without comment. It was
+a sealed envelope addressed to Mr. Charles Winthrop
+Rankin. Mr. Grimm glanced at the superscription,
+tore the envelope into bits and
+dropped it into a basket. A minute later he was
+assisting Miss Thorne and the prince into an
+automobile that was waiting in front. As the
+car moved away two other automobiles appeared
+from corners near-by and trailed along behind to
+the station. There a private compartment-car
+was in readiness for them.
+</p>
+<p>
+It was a long, dreary ride&mdash;a ride of utter
+silence save for the roar and clatter of the moving
+train. Mr. Grimm, vigilant, implacable,
+sat at ease; Miss Thorne, resigned to the inevitable,
+whatever it might be, studied the calm, quiet
+face from beneath drooping lids; and the prince,
+sullen, scowling, nervously wriggled in his seat.
+Philadelphia was passed, and Trenton, and then
+the dawn began to break through the night. It
+was quite light when they rolled into Jersey
+City.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I'm sorry for all the inconvenience I have
+caused," Mr. Grimm apologized to Miss Thorne
+as he assisted her to alight. "You must be exhausted."
+</p>
+<p>
+"If it were only that!" she replied, with a
+slight smile. "And is it too early to ask where
+we are going?"
+</p>
+<p>
+The prince turned quickly at the question.
+</p>
+<p>
+"We take the <i>Lusitania</i> for Liverpool at ten
+o'clock," said Mr. Grimm obligingly. "Meanwhile
+let's get some coffee and a bite to eat."
+</p>
+<p>
+"Are you going to make the trip with us?"
+asked the prince.
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm shrugged his shoulders.
+</p>
+<p>
+Weary and spiritless they went aboard the
+boat, and a little while later they steamed out
+into the stream and threaded their way down the
+bay. Miss Thorne stood at the rail gazing
+back upon the city they were leaving. Mr.
+Grimm stood beside her; the prince, still sullen,
+still scowling, sat a dozen feet away.
+</p>
+<p>
+"This is a wonderful thing you have done,
+Mr. Grimm," said Miss Thorne at last.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Thank you," he said simply. "It was a destructive
+thing that you intended to do. Did
+you ever see a more marvelous thing than
+that?" and he indicated the sky-line of New
+York. "It's the most marvelous bit of mechanism
+in the world; the dynamo of the western
+hemisphere. You would have destroyed it, because
+in the world-war that would have been the
+first point of attack."
+</p>
+<p>
+She raised her eyebrows, but was silent.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Somehow," he went on after a moment, "I
+could never associate a woman with destructiveness,
+with wars and with violence."
+</p>
+<p>
+"That is an unjust way of saying it," she interposed.
+And then, musingly: "Isn't it odd
+that you and I&mdash;standing here by the rail&mdash;have,
+in a way, held the destinies of the whole
+great earth in our hands? And now your remark
+makes me feel that you alone have stood
+for peace and the general good, and I for destruction
+and evil."
+</p>
+<p>
+"I didn't mean that," Mr. Grimm said quickly.
+"You have done your duty as you saw it,
+and&mdash;"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Failed!" she interrupted.
+</p>
+<p>
+"And I have done my duty as I saw it."
+</p>
+<p>
+"And won!" she added. She smiled a little
+sadly. "I think, perhaps you and I might have
+been excellent friends if it had not been for all
+this."
+</p>
+<p>
+"I know we should have," said Mr. Grimm,
+almost eagerly. "I wonder if you will ever forgive
+me for&mdash;for&mdash;?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Forgive you?" she repeated. "There is
+nothing to forgive. One must do one's duty.
+But I wish it could have been otherwise."
+</p>
+<p>
+The Statue of Liberty slid by, and Governor's
+Island and Fort Hamilton; then, in the distance,
+Sandy Hook light came into view.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I'm going to leave you here," said Mr.
+Grimm, and for the first time there was a tense,
+strained note in his voice.
+</p>
+<p>
+Miss Thorne's blue-gray eyes had grown mistily
+thoughtful; the words startled her a little
+and she turned to face him.
+</p>
+<p>
+"It may be that you and I shall never meet
+again," Mr. Grimm went on.
+</p>
+<p>
+"We <i>will</i> meet again," she said gravely.
+"When and where I don't know, but it will
+come."
+</p>
+<p>
+"And perhaps then we may be friends?" He
+was pleading now.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Why, we are friends now, aren't we?" she
+asked, and again the smile curled her scarlet lips.
+"Surely we are friends, aren't we?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"We are," he declared positively.
+</p>
+<p>
+As they started forward a revenue cutter which
+had been hovering about Sandy Hook put toward
+them, flying some signal at her masthead.
+Slowly the great boat on which they stood crept
+along, then the clang of a bell in the engine-room
+brought her to a standstill, and the revenue
+cutter came alongside.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I leave you here," Mr. Grimm said again.
+"It's good-by."
+</p>
+<p>
+"Good-by," she said softly. "Good-by, till
+we meet once more."
+</p>
+<p>
+She extended both hands impulsively and he
+stood for an instant staring into the limpid gray
+eyes, then, turning, went below. From the revenue
+cutter he waved a hand at her as the great
+<i>Lusitania</i>, moving again, sped on her way. The
+prince joined Miss Thorne at the rail. The
+scowl was still on his face.
+</p>
+<p>
+"And now what?" he demanded abruptly.
+"This man has treated us as if we were a pair of
+children."
+</p>
+<p>
+"He's a wonderful man," she replied.
+</p>
+<p>
+"That may be&mdash;but we have been fools to allow
+him to do all this."
+</p>
+<p>
+Miss Thorne turned flatly and faced him.
+</p>
+<p>
+"We are not beaten yet," she said slowly. "If
+all things go well we&mdash;we are not beaten yet."
+</p>
+<p>
+The <i>Lusitania</i> was rounding Montauk Point
+when the wireless brought her to half-speed with
+a curt message:
+</p>
+<p>
+"Isabel Thorne and Pietro Petrozinni aboard
+<i>Lusitania</i> wanted on warrants charging conspiracy.
+Tug-boat will take them off, intercepting
+you beyond Montauk Point.
+</p>
+<p>
+"CAMPBELL, Secret Service."
+</p>
+<p>
+"What does <i>that</i> mean?" asked the prince, bewildered.
+</p>
+<p>
+"It means that the compact will be signed in
+Washington in spite of Mr. Grimm," and there
+was the glitter of triumph in her eyes. "With
+the aid of one of the maids in the depot at Jersey
+City I managed to get a telegram of explanation
+and instruction to De Foe in New York,
+and this is the result. He signed Mr. Campbell's
+name, I suppose, to give weight to the message."
+</p>
+<p>
+An hour later a tug-boat came alongside, and
+they went aboard.
+</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<a name="CH20"><!-- CHAPTER 20 --></a>
+<h3>
+	XX
+</h3>
+
+<h3>
+THE LIGHT IN THE DOME
+</h3>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>
+From where he sat, in a tiny alcove which
+jutted out and encroached upon the line
+of the sidewalk, Mr. Grimm looked down
+on Pennsylvania Avenue, the central thread of
+Washington, ever changing, always brilliant,
+splashed at regular intervals with light from
+high-flung electric arcs. The early theater
+crowd was in the street, well dressed, well fed,
+careless for the moment of all things save physical
+comfort and amusement; automobiles, carriages,
+cabs, cars flowed past endlessly; and yet
+Mr. Grimm saw naught of it. In the distance,
+at one end of the avenue the dome of the capitol
+cleft the shadows of night, and a single light
+sparkled at its apex; in the other direction, at
+the left of the treasury building which abruptly
+blocks the wide thoroughfare, were the shimmering
+windows of the White House.
+</p>
+<p>
+Motionless, moody, thoughtful, Mr. Grimm
+sat staring, staring straight ahead, comprehending
+none of these things which lay before him
+as in a panorama. Instead, his memory was conjuring
+up a pair of subtle, blue-gray eyes, now
+pleading, now coquettish, now frankly defiant;
+two slim, white, wonderful hands; the echo of a
+pleasant, throaty laugh; a splendid, elusive, radiant-haired
+phantom. Truly, a woman of mystery!
+Who was this Isabel Thorne who, for
+months past, had been the storm-center and directing
+mind of a vast international intrigue
+which threatened the world with war? Who,
+this remarkable young woman who with ease and
+assurance commanded ambassadors and played
+nations as pawns?
+</p>
+<p>
+Now that she was safely out of the country
+Mr. Grimm had leisure to speculate. Upon him
+had devolved the duty of blocking her plans,
+and he had done so&mdash;merciless alike of his own
+feeling and of hers. Hesitation or evasion had
+never occurred to him. It was a thing to be done,
+and he did it. He wondered if she had understood,
+there at the last beside the rail? He wondered
+if she knew the struggle it had cost him
+deliberately to send her out of his life? Or had
+even surmised that her expulsion from the country,
+by his direct act, was wholly lacking in the
+exaltation of triumph to him; that it struck
+deeper than that, below the listless, official exterior,
+into his personal happiness? And wondering,
+he knew that she <i>did</i> understand.
+</p>
+<p>
+A silent shod waiter came and placed the coffee
+things at his elbow. He didn't heed. The
+waiter poured a demi-tasse, and inquiringly
+lifted a lump of sugar in the silver tongs. Still
+Mr. Grimm didn't heed. At last the waiter deposited
+the sugar on the edge of the fragile saucer,
+and moved away as silently as he had come.
+A newspaper which Mr. Grimm had placed on
+the end of the table when he sat down, rattled a
+little as a breeze from the open window caught it,
+then the top sheet slid off and fell to the floor.
+Mr. Grimm was still staring out the window.
+</p>
+<p>
+Slowly the room behind him was thinning of
+its crowd as the theater-bound diners went out
+in twos and threes. The last of these disappeared
+finally, and save for Mr. Grimm there
+were not more than a dozen persons left in the
+place. Thus for a few minutes, and then the
+swinging doors leading from the street clicked,
+and a gentleman entered. He glanced around,
+as if seeking a seat near a window, then moved
+along in Mr. Grimm's direction, between the
+rows of tables. His gaze lingered on Mr.
+Grimm for an instant, and when he came opposite
+he stooped and picked up the fallen newspaper
+sheet.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Your paper?" he inquired courteously.
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm was still gazing dreamily out of
+the window.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I beg pardon," insisted the new-comer pleasantly.
+He folded the paper once and replaced
+it on the table. One hand lingered for just the
+fraction of a moment above Mr. Grimm's coffee-cup.
+</p>
+<p>
+Aroused by the remark, Mr. Grimm glanced
+around.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Oh, thank you," he apologized hastily. "I
+didn't hear you at first. Thank you."
+</p>
+<p>
+The new-comer nodded, smiled and passed on,
+taking a seat two or three tables down.
+</p>
+<p>
+Apparently this trifling courtesy had broken
+the spell of reverie, for Mr. Grimm squared
+around to the table again, drew his coffee-cup
+toward him, and dropped in the single lump of
+sugar. He idly stirred it for a moment, as his
+eyes turned again toward the open window, then
+he lifted the tiny cup and emptied it.
+</p>
+<p>
+Again he sat motionless for a long time, and
+thrice the new-comer, only a few feet away,
+glanced at him narrowly. And now, it seemed,
+a peculiar drowsiness was overtaking Mr.
+Grimm. Once he caught himself nodding and
+raised his head with a jerk. Then he noticed
+that the arc lights in the street were wobbling
+curiously, and he fell to wondering why that
+single flame sparkled at the apex of the capitol
+dome. Things around him grew hazy, vague,
+unreal, and then, as if realizing that something
+was the matter with him, he came to his feet.
+</p>
+<p>
+He took one step forward into the space between
+the tables, reeled, attempted to steady
+himself by holding on to a chair, then everything
+grew black about him, and he pitched forward
+on the floor. His face was dead white;
+his fingers moved a little, nervously, weakly,
+then they were still.
+</p>
+<p>
+Several people rose at the sound of the falling
+body, and the new-comer hurried forward. His
+coat sleeve caught the empty demi-tasse, as he
+stooped, and swept it to the floor, where it was
+shattered. The head waiter and another came,
+pell-mell, and those diners who had risen came
+more slowly.
+</p>
+<p>
+"What's the matter?" asked the head waiter
+anxiously.
+</p>
+<p>
+Already the new-comer was supporting Mr.
+Grimm on his knee, and flicking water in his
+face.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Nothing serious, I fancy," he answered
+shortly. "He's subject to these little attacks."
+</p>
+<p>
+"What are they? Who is he?"
+</p>
+<p>
+The stranger tore at Mr. Grimm's collar until
+it came loose, then he fell to chafing the still
+hands.
+</p>
+<p>
+"He is a Mr. Grimm, a government employee&mdash;I
+know him," he answered again. "I imagine
+it's nothing more serious than indigestion."
+</p>
+<p>
+A little knot had gathered about them, with
+offers of assistance.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Waiter, hadn't you better send for a physician?"
+some one suggested.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I'm a physician," the stranger put in impatiently.
+"Have some one call a cab, and I'll see
+that he's taken home. It happens that we live in
+the same apartment house, just a few blocks from
+here."
+</p>
+<p>
+Obedient to the crisply-spoken directions, a
+cab was called, and five minutes later Mr.
+Grimm, still insensible, was lifted into it. The
+stranger took a seat beside him, the cabby
+touched his horse with a whip, and the vehicle
+fell into the endless, moving line.
+</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<a name="CH21"><!-- CHAPTER 21 --></a>
+<h3>
+	XXI
+</h3>
+
+<h3>
+A SLIP OF PAPER
+</h3>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>
+When the light of returning consciousness
+finally pierced the black
+lethargy that enshrouded him, Mr.
+Grimm's mind was a chaos of vagrant, absurd
+fantasies; then slowly, slowly, realization struggled
+back to its own, and he came to know
+things. First was the knowledge that he was
+lying flat on his back, on a couch, it seemed;
+then, that he was in the dark&mdash;an utter, abject
+darkness. And finally came an overwhelming
+sense of silence.
+</p>
+<p>
+For a while he lay motionless, with not even
+the movement of an eye-lash to indicate consciousness,
+wrapped in a delicious languor.
+Gradually this passed and the feeble flutter of
+his heart grew into a steady, rhythmic beat.
+The keen brain was awakening; he was beginning
+to remember. What had happened? He
+knew only that in some manner a drug had been
+administered to him, a bitter dose tasting of
+opium; that speechlessly, he had fought against
+it, that he had risen from the table in the restaurant,
+and that he had fallen. All the rest
+was blank.
+</p>
+<p>
+With eyes still closed, and nerveless hands
+inert at his sides he listened, the while he turned
+the situation over in speculative mood. The
+waiter had administered the drug, of course,
+unless&mdash;unless it had been the courteous stranger
+who had replaced the newspaper on the
+table! That thought opened new fields of conjecture.
+Mr. Grimm had no recollection of ever
+having seen him before; and he had paid only
+the enforced attention of politeness to him. And
+why had the drug been administered? Vaguely,
+incoherently, Mr. Grimm imagined that in some
+way it had to do with the great international
+plot of war in which Miss Thorne was so delicate
+and vital an instrument.
+</p>
+<p>
+Where was he? Conjecture stopped there.
+Evidently he was where the courteous gentleman
+in the restaurant wanted him to be. A
+prisoner? Probably. In danger? Long, careful
+attention to detail work in the Secret Service
+had convinced Mr. Grimm that he was always in
+danger. That was one reason&mdash;and the best&mdash;why
+he had lain motionless, without so much as
+lifting a finger, since that first glimmer of consciousness
+had entered his brain. He was probably
+under scrutiny, even in the darkness, and
+for the present it was desirable to accommodate
+any chance watcher by remaining apparently unconscious.
+</p>
+<p>
+And so for a long time he lay, listening. Was
+there another person in the room? Mr. Grimm's
+ears were keenly alive for the inadvertent shuffling
+of a foot; or the sound of breathing.
+Nothing. Even the night roar of the city was
+missing; the silence was oppressive. At last he
+opened his eyes. A pall of gloom encompassed
+him&mdash;a pall without one rift of light. His
+fingers, moving slowly, explored the limits of
+the couch whereon he lay.
+</p>
+<p>
+Confident, at last, that wherever he was, he was
+unwatched, Mr. Grimm was on the point of concluding
+that further inaction was useless, when
+his straining ears caught the faint grating of
+metal against metal&mdash;perhaps the insertion of a
+key in the lock. His hands grew still; his eyes
+closed. And after a moment a door creaked
+slightly on its hinges, and a breath of cool air
+informed Mr. Grimm that that open door, wherever
+it was, led to the outside, and freedom.
+</p>
+<p>
+There was another faint creaking as the door
+was shut. Mr. Grimm's nerveless hands closed
+involuntarily, and his lips were set together
+tightly. Was it to be a knife thrust in the
+dark? If not&mdash;then what? He expected the
+flare of a match; instead there was a soft tread,
+and the rustle of skirts. A woman! Mr.
+Grimm's caution was all but forgotten in his
+surprise. As the steps drew nearer his clenched
+fingers loosened; he waited.
+</p>
+<p>
+Two hands stretched forward in the dark,
+touched him simultaneously&mdash;one on the face,
+one on the breast. A singular thrill shot
+through him, but there was not the flicker of an
+eye or the twitching of a finger. The woman&mdash;it
+<i>was</i> a woman&mdash;seemed now to be bending over
+him, then he heard her drop on her knees beside
+him, and she pressed an inquiring ear to his left
+side. It was the heart test.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Thank God!" she breathed softly.
+</p>
+<p>
+It was only by a masterful effort that Mr.
+Grimm held himself limp and inert, for a
+strange fragrance was enveloping him&mdash;a fragrance
+he well knew.
+</p>
+<p>
+The hands were fumbling at his breast again,
+and there was the sharp crackle of paper. At
+first he didn't understand, then he knew that the
+woman had pinned a paper to the lapel of his
+coat. Finally she straightened up, and took
+two steps away from him, after which came a
+pause. His keenly attuned ears caught her faint
+breathing, then the rustle of her skirts as she
+turned back. She was leaning over him again&mdash;her
+lips touched his forehead, barely; again
+there was a quick rustling of skirts, the door
+creaked, and&mdash;silence, deep, oppressive, overwhelming
+silence.
+</p>
+<p>
+Isabel! Was he dreaming? And then he
+ceased wondering and fell to remembering her
+kiss&mdash;light as air&mdash;and the softly spoken
+"Thank God!" She did care, then! She <i>had</i>
+understood, that day!
+</p>
+<p>
+The kiss of a woman beloved is a splendid
+heart tonic. Mr. Grimm straightened up suddenly
+on the couch, himself again. He touched
+the slip of paper which she had pinned to his
+coat to make sure it was not all a dream, after
+which he recalled the fact that while he had
+heard the door creak before she went out he had
+not heard it creak afterward. Therefore, the
+door was open. She had left it open. Purposely?
+That was beside the question at the
+moment.
+</p>
+<p>
+And why&mdash;how&mdash;was she in Washington?
+Pondering that question, Mr. Grimm's excellent
+teeth clicked sharply together and he rose. He
+knew the answer. The compact was to be signed&mdash;the
+alliance which would array the civilized
+world in arms. He had failed to block that, as
+he thought. If Miss Thorne had returned, then
+Prince Benedetto d'Abruzzi, who held absolute
+power to sign the compact for Italy, France and
+Spain, had also returned.
+</p>
+<p>
+Stealthily, feeling his way as he went, Mr.
+Grimm moved toward the door leading to freedom,
+guided by the fresh draft of air. He
+reached the door&mdash;it was standing open&mdash;and a
+moment later stepped out into the star-lit night.
+It was open country here, with a thread of white
+road just ahead, and farther along a fringe of
+shrubbery. Mr. Grimm reached the road. Far
+down it, a pin point in the night, a light flickered
+through interlacing branches. The tail
+lamp of an automobile, of course!
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm left the road and skirted a sparse
+hedge in the direction of the light. After a
+moment he heard the engine of an automobile,
+and saw a woman&mdash;barely discernible&mdash;step into
+the car. As it started forward he staked everything
+on one bold move, and won, his reward being
+a narrow sitting space in the rear of the
+car, hidden from its occupants by the tonneau.
+One mile, two miles, three miles they charged
+through the night, and still he clung on. At
+last there came relief.
+</p>
+<p>
+"That's the place, where the lights are&mdash;just
+ahead."
+</p>
+<p>
+There was no mistaking that voice raised
+above the clamor of the engine. The car slackened
+speed, and Mr. Grimm dropped off and
+darted behind some convenient bushes. And the
+first thing he did there was to light a match,
+and read what was written on the slip of paper
+pinned to his coat. It was, simply:
+</p>
+<blockquote><p>"My Dear Mr. Grimm:
+</p>
+<p>
+"By the time you read this the compact will
+have been signed, and your efforts to prevent it,
+splendid as they were, futile. It is a tribute to
+you that it was unanimously agreed that you
+must be accounted for at the time of the signing,
+hence the drugging in the restaurant; it
+was only an act of kindness that I should come
+here to see that all was well with you, and leave
+the door open behind me.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Believe me when I say that you are one man
+in whom I have never been disappointed. Accept
+this as my farewell, for now I assume again
+the name and position rightfully mine. And
+know, too, that I shall always cherish the belief
+that you will remember me as
+</p>
+<p>
+"Your friend,
+</p>
+<p>
+"ISABEL THORNE.
+</p>
+<p>
+"P. S. The prince and I left the steamer at
+Montauk Point, on a tug-boat."</p></blockquote>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm kissed the note twice, then
+burned it.
+</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<a name="CH22"><!-- CHAPTER 22 --></a>
+<h3>
+	XXII
+</h3>
+
+<h3>
+THE COMPACT
+</h3>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>
+A room, low-ceilinged, dim, gloomy, sinister
+as an inquisition chamber; a single
+large table in the center, holding a kerosene
+lamp, writing materials and a metal spheroid
+a shade larger than a one-pound shell; and
+around it a semicircle of silent, masked and
+cowled figures. There were twelve of them,
+eleven men and a woman. In the shadows,
+which grew denser at the far end of the room,
+was a squat, globular object, a massive, smooth-sided,
+black, threatening thing of iron.
+</p>
+<p>
+One of the men glanced at his watch&mdash;it was
+just two o'clock&mdash;then rose and took a position
+beside the table, facing the semicircle. He
+placed the timepiece on the table in front of
+him.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Gentlemen," he said, and there was the faintest
+trace of a foreign accent, "I shall speak
+English because I know that whatever your nationality
+all of you are familiar with that tongue.
+And now an apology for the theatric aspect of
+all this&mdash;the masks, the time and place of meeting,
+and the rest of it." He paused a moment.
+"There is only one person living who knows the
+name and position of all of you," and by a sweep
+of his hand he indicated the motionless figure of
+the woman. "It was by her decision that masks
+are worn, for, while we all know the details of
+the Latin compact, there is a bare chance that
+some one will not sign, and it is not desirable
+that the identity of that person be known to all
+of us. The reason for the selection of this time
+and place is obvious, for an inkling of the proposed
+signing has reached the Secret Service.
+I will add the United States was chosen as the
+birthplace of this new epoch in history for several
+reasons, one being the proximity to Central
+and South America; and another the inadequate
+police system which enables greater freedom of
+action."
+</p>
+<p>
+He stopped and drew from his pocket a folded
+parchment. He tapped the tips of his fingers
+with it from time to time as he talked.
+</p>
+<p>
+"The Latin compact, gentlemen, is not the
+dream, of a night, nor of a decade. As long as
+fifty years ago it was suggested, and whatever
+differences the Latin countries of the world have
+had among themselves, they have always realized
+that ultimately they must stand together
+against&mdash;against the other nations of the world.
+This idea germinated into action three years
+ago, and since that time agents have covered
+the world in its interest. This meeting is the
+fruition of all that work, and this," he held the
+parchment aloft, "is the instrument that will
+unite us. Never has a diplomatic secret been
+kept as this has been kept; never has a greater
+reprisal been planned. It means, gentlemen, the
+domination of the world&mdash;socially, spiritually,
+commercially and artistically; it means that
+England and the United States, whose sphere of
+influence has extended around the globe, will be
+beaten back, that the flag of the Latin countries
+will wave again over lost possessions. It means
+all of that, and more."
+</p>
+<p>
+His voice had risen as he talked until it had
+grown vibrant with enthusiasm; and his hands
+pointed his remarks with quick, sharp gestures.
+</p>
+<p>
+"All this," he went on, "was never possible
+until three years ago, when the navies of the
+world were given over into the hands of one
+nation&mdash;my country. Five years ago a fellow-countryman
+of mine happened to be present at
+an electrical exhibition in New York City, and
+there he witnessed an interesting experiment&mdash;practical
+demonstration of the fact that a
+submarine mine may be exploded by the use of
+the Marconi wireless system. He was a practical
+electrician himself, and the idea lingered
+in his mind. For two years he experimented,
+and finally this resulted." He picked up the
+metal spheroid and held it out for their inspection.
+"As it stands it is absolutely perfect and
+gives a world's supremacy to the Latin countries
+because it places all the navies of the world
+at our mercy. It is a variation of the well-known
+percussion cap or fuse by which mines
+and torpedoes are exploded.
+</p>
+<p>
+"The theory of it is simple, as are the theories
+of all great inventions; the secret of its construction
+is known only to its inventor&mdash;a man
+of whom you never heard. It is merely that the
+mechanism of the cap is so delicate that the
+Marconi wireless waves&mdash;-and <i>only</i> those&mdash;will
+fire the cap. In other words, this cap is tuned,
+if I may use the word, to a certain number of
+vibrations and half-vibrations; a wireless instrument
+of high power, with a modifying addition
+which the inventor has added, has only to be set
+in motion to discharge it at any distance up to
+twenty-five miles. High power wireless waves
+recognize no obstacle, so the explosion of a submarine
+mine is as easily brought about as would
+be the explosion of a mine on dry land. You will
+readily see its value as a protective agency for
+our seaports."
+</p>
+<p>
+He replaced the spheroid on the table.
+</p>
+<p>
+"But its chief value is not in that," he resumed.
+"Its chief value to the Latin compact,
+gentlemen, is that the United States and England
+are now concluding negotiations, unknown
+to each other, by which <i>they</i> will protect <i>their</i>
+seaports by means of mines primed with this
+cap. The tuning of the caps which we will use
+is known only to us; <i>the tuning of the caps
+which they will use is also known to us</i>! The
+addition to the wireless apparatus which they
+will use is such that they <i>can not</i>, even by accident,
+explode a mine guarding our seaports;
+but, on the other hand, the addition to the wireless
+apparatus which <i>we</i> will use permits of the
+extreme high charge which will explode their
+mines. To make it clearer, we could send a navy
+against such a city as New York or Liverpool,
+and explode every mine in front of us as we
+went; and meanwhile our mines are impervious.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Another word, and I have finished. Five
+gentlemen, whom I imagine are present now,
+have witnessed a test of this cap, by direct command
+of their home governments. For the benefit
+of the others of you a simple test has been
+arranged for to-night. This cap on the table
+is charged; its inventor is at his wireless instrument,
+fifteen miles away. At three o'clock
+he will turn on the current that will explode it."
+Four of the eleven men looked at their watches.
+"It is now seventeen minutes past two. I am
+instructed, for the purposes of the test, to place
+this cap anywhere you may select&mdash;in this house
+or outside of it, in a box, sealed, or under water.
+The purpose is merely to demonstrate its efficacy;
+to prove to your complete satisfaction
+that it can be exploded under practically any
+conditions."
+</p>
+<p>
+His entire manner underwent a change; he
+drew a chair up to the table, and stood for an
+instant with his hand resting on the back.
+</p>
+<p>
+"The compact is written in three languages&mdash;English,
+French and Italian. I shall ask you
+to sign, after reading either or all, precisely as
+the directions you have received from your home
+government instruct. On behalf of the three
+greatest Latin countries, as special envoy of
+each, I will sign first."
+</p>
+<p>
+He dropped into the chair, signed each of the
+three parchment pages three times, then rose
+and offered the pen to the cowled figure at one
+end of the semicircle. The man came forward,
+read the English transcript, studied the three
+signatures already there with a certain air of
+surprise, then signed. The second man signed,
+the third man, and the fourth.
+</p>
+<p>
+The fifth had just risen to go forward when
+the door opened silently and Mr. Grimm entered.
+Without a glance either to right or left, he went
+straight toward the table, and extended a hand
+to take the compact.
+</p>
+<p>
+For an instant there had come amazement, a
+dumb astonishment, at the intrusion. It passed,
+and the hand of the man who had done the talking
+darted out, seized the compact, and held it
+behind him.
+</p>
+<p>
+"If you will be good enough to give that to
+me, your Highness," suggested Mr. Grimm
+quietly.
+</p>
+<p>
+For half a minute the masked man stared
+straight into the listless eyes of the intruder,
+and then:
+</p>
+<p>
+"Mr. Grimm, you are in very grave danger."
+</p>
+<p>
+"That is beside the question," was the reply.
+"Be good enough to give me that document."
+</p>
+<p>
+He backed away as he spoke, kicked the door
+closed with one heel, then leaned against it, facing
+them.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Or better yet," he went on after a moment,
+"burn it. There is a lamp in front of you."
+He paused for an answer. "It would be absurd
+of me to attempt to take it by force," he added.
+</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<a name="CH23"><!-- CHAPTER 23 --></a>
+<h3>
+	XXIII
+</h3>
+
+<h3>
+THE PERCUSSION CAP
+</h3>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>
+There was a long, tense silence. The
+cowled figures had risen ominously;
+Miss Thorne paled behind her mask,
+and her fingers gripped her palms fiercely, still
+she sat motionless. Prince d'Abruzzi broke the
+silence. He seemed perfectly calm and self-possessed.
+</p>
+<p>
+"How did you get in?" he demanded.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Throttled your guard at the front door,
+took him down cellar and locked him in the coal-bin,"
+replied Mr. Grimm tersely. "I am waiting
+for you to burn it."
+</p>
+<p>
+"And how did you escape from&mdash;from the
+other place?"
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm shrugged his shoulders.
+</p>
+<p>
+"The lamp is in front of you," he said.
+</p>
+<p>
+"And find your way here?" the prince pursued.
+</p>
+<p>
+Again Mr. Grimm shrugged his shoulders.
+For an instant longer the prince gazed straight
+into his inscrutable face, then turned accusing
+eyes on the masked figures about him.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Is there a traitor?" he demanded suddenly.
+His gaze settled on Miss Thorne and lingered
+there.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I can relieve your mind on that point&mdash;there
+is not," Mr. Grimm assured him. "Just a final
+word, your Highness, if you will permit me. I
+have heard everything that has been said here
+for the last fifteen minutes. The details of your
+percussion cap are interesting. I shall lay them
+before my government and my government may
+take it upon itself to lay them before the British
+government. You yourself said a few minutes
+ago that this compact was not possible before
+this cap was invented and perfected. It isn't
+possible the minute my government is warned
+against its use. That will be my first duty."
+</p>
+<p>
+"You are giving some very excellent reasons,
+Mr. Grimm," was the deliberate reply, "why
+you should not be permitted to leave this room
+alive."
+</p>
+<p>
+"Further," Mr. Grimm resumed in the same
+tone, "I have been ordered to prevent the signing
+of that compact, at least in this country. It
+seems that I am barely in time. If it is signed&mdash;and
+it will be useless now on your own statement
+unless you murder me&mdash;every man who
+signs it will have to reckon with the highest
+power of this country. Will you destroy it?
+I don't want to know what countries already
+stand committed by the signatures there."
+</p>
+<p>
+"I will not," was the steady response. And
+then, after a little: "Mr. Grimm, the inventor
+of this little cap, insignificant as it seems, will
+receive millions for it. Your silence would be
+worth&mdash;just how much?"
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm's face turned red, then white
+again.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Which would you prefer? An independence
+by virtue of a great fortune, or&mdash;or the other
+thing?"
+</p>
+<p>
+Suddenly Miss Thorne tore the mask from
+her face and came forward. Her cheeks were
+scarlet, and anger flamed in the blue-gray eyes.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Mr. Grimm has no price&mdash;I happen to know
+that," she declared hotly. "Neither money nor
+a consideration for his own personal safety will
+make him turn traitor." She stared coldly into
+the prince's eyes. "And we are not assassins
+here," she added.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Miss Thorne has stated the matter fairly, I
+believe, your Highness," and Mr. Grimm permitted
+his eyes to linger a moment on the flushed
+face of this woman who, in a way, was defending
+him. "But there is only one thing to do, Miss
+Thorne." He was talking to her now. "There
+is no middle course. It is a problem that has
+only one possible answer&mdash;the destruction of
+that document, and the departure of you, and
+you, your Highness, for Italy under my personal
+care all the way. I imagined this matter
+had ended that day on the steamer; it <i>will</i> end
+here, now, to-night."
+</p>
+<p>
+The prince glanced again at his watch, then
+thoughtfully weighed the percussion cap in his
+hand, after which, with a curious laugh, he
+walked over to the squat iron globe in an opposite
+corner of the room. He bent over it half a
+minute, then straightened up.
+</p>
+<p>
+"That cap, Mr. Grimm, has one disadvantage,"
+he remarked casually. "When it is attached
+to a mine or torpedo it can not be
+disconnected without firing it. It is attached."
+He turned to the others. "It is needless to discuss
+the matter further just now. If you will
+follow me? We will leave Mr. Grimm here."
+</p>
+<p>
+With a strange little cry, neither anger nor
+anguish, yet oddly partaking of the quality of
+each, Isabel went quickly to the prince.
+</p>
+<p>
+"How dare you do such a thing?" she demanded
+fiercely. "It is murder."
+</p>
+<p>
+"This is not a time, Miss Thorne, for your
+interference," replied the prince coldly. "It
+has all passed beyond the point where the feelings
+of any one person, even the feelings of the
+woman who has engineered the compact, can be
+considered. A single life can not be permitted
+to stand in the way of the consummation of this
+world project. Mr. Grimm alive means the compact
+would be useless, if not impossible; Mr.
+Grimm dead means the fruition of all our plans
+and hopes. You have done your duty and you
+have done it well; but now your authority ends,
+and I, the special envoy of&mdash;"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Just a moment, please," Mr. Grimm interrupted
+courteously. "As I understand it, your
+Highness, the mine there in the corner is
+charged?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Yes. It just happened to be here for purposes
+of experiment."
+</p>
+<p>
+"The cap is attached?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Quite right." The prince laughed.
+</p>
+<p>
+"And at three o'clock, by your watch, the
+mine will be fired by a wireless operator fifteen
+miles from here?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Something like that; yes, very much like
+that," assented the prince.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Thank you. I merely wanted to understand
+it." Mr. Grimm pulled a chair up against the
+door and sat down, crossing his legs. On his
+knees rested the barrel of a revolver, glittering,
+fascinating, in the semi-darkness. "Now, gentlemen,"
+and he glanced at his watch, "it's
+twenty-one minutes of three o'clock. At three
+that mine will explode. We will all be in the
+room when it happens, unless his Highness sees
+fit to destroy the compact."
+</p>
+<p>
+Eyes sought eyes, and the prince removed his
+mask with a sudden gesture. His face was
+bloodless.
+</p>
+<p>
+"If any man," and Mr. Grimm gave Miss
+Thorne a quick glance, "I should say, <i>any person</i>,
+attempts to leave this room I <i>know</i> he will
+die; and there's a bare chance that the percussion
+cap will fail to work. I can account for
+six of you, if there is a rush."
+</p>
+<p>
+"But, man, if that mine explodes we shall all
+be killed&mdash;blown to pieces!" burst from one of
+the cowled figures.
+</p>
+<p>
+"If the percussion cap works," supplemented
+Mr. Grimm.
+</p>
+<p>
+Mingled emotions struggled in the flushed
+face of Isabel as she studied Mr. Grimm's impassive
+countenance.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I have never disappointed you yet, Miss
+Thorne," he remarked as if it were an explanation.
+"I shall not now."
+</p>
+<p>
+She turned to the prince.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Your Highness, I think it needless to argue
+further," she said. "We have no choice in the
+matter; there is only one course&mdash;destroy the
+compact."
+</p>
+<p>
+"No!" was the curt answer.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I believe I know Mr. Grimm better than you
+do," she argued. "You think he will weaken;
+I know he will not. I am not arguing for him,
+nor for myself; I am arguing against the
+frightful loss that will come here in this room
+if the compact is not destroyed."
+</p>
+
+<a name="image-4"><!-- Image 4 --></a>
+<p class="figure">
+<a href="images/img4.jpg">
+<img width="60%" src="images/img4.jpg"
+alt="'You Think He Will Weaken; I Know He Will Not.'"/></a><br />
+<b>"'You Think He Will Weaken; I Know He Will Not.'"</b>
+</p>
+
+<p>
+"It's absurd to let one man stand in the way,"
+declared the prince angrily.
+</p>
+<p>
+"It might not be an impertinent question,
+your Highness," commented Mr. Grimm, "for
+me to ask how you are going to <i>prevent</i> one
+man standing in the way?"
+</p>
+<p>
+A quick change came over Miss Thorne's
+face. The eyes hardened, the lips were set, and
+lines Mr. Grimm had never seen appeared about
+the mouth. Here, in a flash, the cloak of dissimulation
+was cast aside, and the woman stood
+forth, this keen, brilliant, determined woman
+who did things.
+</p>
+<p>
+"The compact will be destroyed," she said.
+</p>
+<p>
+"No," declared the prince.
+</p>
+<p>
+"It <i>must</i> be destroyed."
+</p>
+<p>
+"<i>Must? Must?</i> Do you say <i>must to me?</i>"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Yes, <i>must</i>," she repeated steadily.
+</p>
+<p>
+"And by what authority, please, do&mdash;"
+</p>
+<p>
+"By that authority!" She drew a tiny, filigreed
+gold box from her bosom and cast it upon
+the table; the prince stared at it. "In the name
+of your sovereign&mdash;<i>must</i>!" she said again.
+</p>
+<p>
+The prince turned away and began pacing,
+back and forth across the room with the parchment
+crumpled in his hand. For a minute or
+more Isabel stood watching him.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Thirteen minutes!" Mr. Grimm announced
+coldly.
+</p>
+<p>
+And now broke out an excited chatter, a babel
+of French, English, Italian, Spanish; those
+masked and cowled ones who had held silence
+for so long all began talking at once. One
+of them snatched at the crumpled compact
+in the prince's hand, while all crowded around
+him arguing. Mr. Grimm sat perfectly still
+with the revolver barrel resting on his knees.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Eleven minutes!" he announced again.
+</p>
+<p>
+Suddenly the prince turned violently on Miss
+Thorne with rage-distorted face.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Do you know what it means to you if I do
+as you say?" he demanded savagely. "It means
+you will be branded as traitor, that your name,
+your property&mdash;"
+</p>
+<p>
+"If you will pardon me, your Highness," she
+interrupted, "the power that I have used was
+given to me to use; I have used it. It is a matter
+to be settled between me and my government,
+and as far as it affects my person is of
+no consequence now. You will destroy the compact."
+</p>
+<p>
+"Nine minutes!" said Mr. Grimm monotonously.
+</p>
+<p>
+Again the babel broke out.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Do we understand that you want to see the
+compact?" one of the cowled men asked suddenly
+of Mr. Grimm as he turned.
+</p>
+<p>
+"No, I don't want to see it. I'd prefer not
+to see it."
+</p>
+<p>
+With hatred blazing in his eyes the prince
+made his way toward the lamp, holding a parchment
+toward the blaze.
+</p>
+<p>
+"There's nothing else to be done," he exclaimed
+savagely.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Just a moment, please," Mr. Grimm interposed
+quickly. "Miss Thorne, is that the compact?"
+</p>
+<p>
+She glanced at it, nodded her head, and then
+the flame caught the fringed edge of paper. It
+crackled, flashed, flamed, and at last, a thing of
+ashes, was scattered on the floor. Mr. Grimm
+rose.
+</p>
+<p>
+"That is all, gentlemen," he announced courteously.
+"You are free to go. You, your
+Highness, and Miss Thorne, will accompany
+me."
+</p>
+<p>
+He held open the door and there was almost a
+scramble to get out. The prince and Miss
+Thorne waited until the last.
+</p>
+<p>
+"And, Miss Thorne, if you will give us a lift
+in your car?" Mr. Grimm suggested. "It is
+now four minutes of three."
+</p>
+<p>
+The automobile came in answer to a signal
+and the three in silence entered it. The car
+trembled and had just begun to move when Mr.
+Grimm remembered something, and leaped out.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Wait for me!" he called. "There's a man
+locked in the coal-bin!"
+</p>
+<p>
+He disappeared into the house, and Miss
+Thorne, with a gasp of horror sank back in her
+seat with face like chalk. The prince glanced
+uneasily at his watch, then spoke curtly to the
+chauffeur.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Run the car up out of danger; there'll be an
+explosion there in a moment."
+</p>
+<p>
+They had gone perhaps a hundred feet when
+the building they had just left seemed to be
+lifted bodily from the ground by a great spurt
+of flame which tore through its center, then collapsed
+like a thing of cards. The prince, unmoved,
+glanced around at Miss Thorne; she lay
+in a dead faint beside him.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Go ahead," he commanded. "Baltimore."
+</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<a name="CH24"><!-- CHAPTER 24 --></a>
+<h3>
+	XXIV
+</h3>
+
+<h3>
+THE PERSONAL EQUATION
+</h3>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Campbell ceased talking and
+the deep earnestness that had settled
+on his face passed, leaving instead
+the blank, inscrutable mask of benevolence behind
+which his clock-like genius was habitually
+hidden. The choleric blue eyes of the president
+of the United States shifted inquiringly to the
+thoughtful countenance of the secretary of
+state at his right, thence along the table around
+which the official family was gathered. It was a
+special meeting of the cabinet called at the suggestion
+of Chief Campbell, and for more than an
+hour he had done the talking. There had been
+no interruption.
+</p>
+<p>
+"So much!" he concluded, at last. "If there
+is any point I have not made clear Mr. Grimm
+is here to explain it in person."
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm rose at the mention of his name
+and stood with his hands clasped behind his
+back. His eyes met those of the chief executive
+listlessly.
+</p>
+<p>
+"We understand, Mr. Grimm," the president
+began, and he paused for an instant to regard
+the tall, clean-cut young man with a certain
+admiration, "we understand that there does not
+actually exist such a thing as a Latin compact
+against the English-speaking peoples?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"On paper, no," was the reply.
+</p>
+<p>
+"You personally prevented the signing of the
+compact?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"I personally caused the destruction of the
+compact after several signatures had been attached,"
+Mr. Grimm amended. "Throughout I
+have acted under the direction of Mr. Campbell,
+of course."
+</p>
+<p>
+"You were in very grave personal danger?"
+the president went on.
+</p>
+<p>
+"It was of no consequence," said Mr. Grimm
+simply.
+</p>
+<p>
+The president glanced at Mr. Campbell and
+the chief shrugged his shoulders.
+</p>
+<p>
+"You are certain, Mr. Grimm," and the president
+spoke with great deliberation, "you are
+certain that the representatives of the Latin
+countries have not met since and signed the compact?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"I am not certain&mdash;no," replied Mr. Grimm
+promptly. "I am certain, however, that the
+backbone of the alliance was broken&mdash;its only
+excuse for existence destroyed&mdash;when they permitted
+me to learn of the wireless percussion
+cap which would have placed the navies of the
+world at their mercy. Believe me, gentlemen,
+if they had kept their secret it would have given
+them dominion of the earth. They made one
+mistake," he added in a most matter-of-fact
+tone. "They should have killed me; it was their
+only chance."
+</p>
+<p>
+The president seemed a little startled at the
+suggestion.
+</p>
+<p>
+"That would have been murder," he remarked.
+</p>
+<p>
+"True," Mr. Grimm acquiesced, "but it seems
+an absurd thing that they should have permitted
+the life of one man to stand between them and
+the world power for which they had so long
+planned and schemed. His Highness, Prince
+Benedetto d'Abruzzi believed as I do, and so
+expressed himself." He paused a moment; there
+was a hint of surprise in his manner. "I expected
+to be killed, of course. It seemed to me
+the only thing that could happen."
+</p>
+<p>
+"They must have known of the far-reaching
+consequences which would follow upon your
+escape, Mr. Grimm. Why <i>didn't</i> they kill you?"
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm made a little gesture with both
+hands and was silent.
+</p>
+<p>
+"May they not yet attempt it?" the president
+insisted.
+</p>
+<p>
+"It's too late now," Mr. Grimm explained.
+"They had everything to gain by killing me
+there as I stood in the room where I had interrupted
+the signing of the compact, because that
+would have been before I had placed the facts
+in the hands of my government. I was the only
+person outside of their circle who knew all of
+them. Only the basest motive could inspire them
+to attempt my life now."
+</p>
+<p>
+There was a pause. The secretary of state
+glanced from Mr. Grimm to Mr. Campbell with
+a question in his deep-set eyes.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Do I understand that you placed a Miss
+Thorne and the prince under&mdash;that is, you detained
+them?" he queried. "If so, where are
+they now?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"I don't know," was the reply. "Just before
+the explosion the three of us entered an automobile
+together, and then as we were starting
+away I remembered something which made it
+necessary for me to reenter the house. When
+I came out again, just a few seconds before the
+explosion, the prince and Miss Thorne had
+gone."
+</p>
+<p>
+The secretary's lips curled down in disapproval.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Wasn't it rather unusual, to put it mildly,
+to leave your prisoners to their own devices that
+way?" he asked.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Well, yes," Mr. Grimm admitted. "But the
+circumstances were unusual. When I entered
+the house I had locked a man in the cellar. I
+had to go back to save his life, otherwise&mdash;"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Oh, the guard at the door, you mean?" came
+the interruption. "Who was it?"
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm glanced at his chief, who nodded.
+</p>
+<p>
+"It was Mr. Charles Winthrop Rankin of
+the German embassy," said the young man.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Mr. Rankin of the German embassy was on
+guard at the door?" demanded the president
+quickly.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Yes. We got out safely."
+</p>
+<p>
+"And that means that Germany was&mdash;!"
+</p>
+<p>
+The president paused and startled glances
+passed around the table. After a moment of
+deep abstraction the secretary went on:
+</p>
+<p>
+"So Miss Thorne and the prince escaped. Are
+they still in this country?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"That I don't know," replied Mr. Grimm.
+He stood silent a moment, staring at the president.
+Some subtle change crept into the listless
+eyes, and his lips were set. "Perhaps I had better
+explain here that the personal equation enters
+largely into an affair of this kind," he said
+at last, slowly. "It happens that it entered into
+this. Unless I am ordered to pursue the matter
+further I think it would be best for all concerned
+to accept the fact of Miss Thorne's
+escape, and&mdash;" He stopped.
+</p>
+<p>
+There was a long, thoughtful silence. Every
+man in the room was studying Mr. Grimm's impassive
+face.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Personal equation," mused the president.
+"Just how, Mr. Grimm, does the personal equation
+enter into the affair?"
+</p>
+<p>
+The young man's lips closed tightly, and
+then:
+</p>
+<p>
+"There are some people, Mr. President, whom
+we meet frankly as enemies, and we deal with
+them accordingly; and there are others who oppose
+us and yet are not enemies. It is merely
+that our paths of duty cross. We may have
+the greatest respect for them and they for us,
+but purposes are unalterably different. In other
+words there is a personal enmity and a political
+enmity. You, for instance, might be a close
+personal friend of the man whom you defeated
+for president. There might"&mdash;he stopped suddenly.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Go on," urged the president.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I think every man meets once in his life an
+individual with whom he would like to reckon
+personally," the young man continued. "That
+reckoning may not be a severe one; it may be
+less severe than the law would provide; but it
+would be a personal reckoning. There is one individual
+in this affair with whom I should like to
+reckon, hence the personal equation enters very
+largely into the case."
+</p>
+<p>
+For a little while the silence of the room was
+unbroken, save for the steady tick-tock of a
+great clock in one corner. Mr. Grimm's eyes
+were fixed unwaveringly upon those of the chief
+executive. At last the secretary of war crumpled
+a sheet of paper impatiently and hitched
+his chair up to the table.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Coming down to the facts it's like this, isn't
+it?" he demanded briskly. "The Latin countries,
+by an invention of their own which the United
+States and England were to be duped into purchasing,
+would have had power to explode every
+submarine mine before attacking a port? Very
+well. This thing, of course, would have given
+them the freedom of the seas as long as we were
+unable to explode their submarines as they were
+able to explode ours. And this is the condition
+which made the Latin compact possible,
+isn't it?"
+</p>
+<p>
+He looked straight at Mr. Grimm, who nodded.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Therefore," he went on, "if the Latin compact
+is not a reality on paper; if the United
+States and England do not purchase this&mdash;this
+wireless percussion cap, we are right back where
+we were before it all happened, aren't we?
+Every possible danger from that direction has
+passed, hasn't it? The world-war of which we
+have been talking is rendered impossible, isn't
+it?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"That's a question," answered Mr. Grimm.
+"If you will pardon me for suggesting it, I
+would venture to say that as long as there is an
+invention of that importance in the hands of
+nations whom we now know have been conspiring
+against us for fifty years, there is always danger.
+It seems to me, if you will pardon me
+again, that for the sake of peace we must either
+get complete control of that invention or else
+understand it so well that there can be no further
+danger. And again, please let me call your
+attention to the fact that the brain which
+brought this thing into existence is still to be
+reckoned with. There may, some day, come a
+time when our submarines may be exploded at
+will regardless of this percussion cap."
+</p>
+<p>
+The secretary of war turned flatly upon Chief
+Campbell.
+</p>
+<p>
+"This woman who is mixed up in this affair?"
+he demanded. "This Miss Thorne. Who
+is she?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Who is she?" repeated the chief. "She's a
+secret agent of Italy, one of the most brilliant,
+perhaps, that has ever operated in this or any
+other country. She is the pivot around which
+the intrigue moved. We know her by a dozen
+names; any one of them may be correct."
+</p>
+<p>
+The brows of the secretary of war were
+drawn down in thought as he turned to the president.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Mr. Grimm was speaking of the personal
+equation," he remarked pointedly. "I think
+perhaps his meaning is clear when we know
+there is a woman in the case. We know that
+Mr. Grimm has done his duty to the last inch in
+this matter; we know that alone and unaided,
+practically, he has done a thing that no living
+man of his relative position has ever done before&mdash;prevented
+a world-war. But there is further
+danger&mdash;he himself has called our attention to
+it&mdash;therefore, I would suggest that Mr. Grimm
+be relieved of further duty in this particular
+case. This is not a moment when the peace of
+the world may be imperiled by personal feelings
+of&mdash;of kindliness for an individual."
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm received the blow without a tremor.
+His hands were still idly clasped behind
+his back; the eyes fastened upon the president's
+face were still listless; the mouth absolutely
+without expression.
+</p>
+<p>
+"As Mr. Grimm has pointed out," the secretary
+went on, "we have been negotiating for
+this wireless percussion cap. I have somewhere
+in my office the name and address of the individual
+with whom these negotiations have been conducted.
+Through that it is possible to reach
+the inventor, and then&mdash;! I suggest that we
+vote our thanks to Mr. Grimm and relieve him
+of this particular case."
+</p>
+<p>
+The choleric eyes of the president softened a
+little, and grew grave as they studied the impassive
+face of the young man.
+</p>
+<p>
+"It's a strange situation, Mr. Grimm," he said
+evenly. "What do you say to withdrawing?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"I am at your orders, Mr. President," was the
+reply.
+</p>
+<p>
+"No one knows better what you have done
+than the gentlemen here at this table," the president
+went on slowly. "No one questions that
+you have done more than any other man could
+have done under the circumstances. We understand,
+I think, that indirectly you are asking
+immunity for an individual. I don't happen to
+know the liability of that individual under our
+law, but we can't make any mistake now, Mr.
+Grimm, and so&mdash;and so&mdash;" He stopped and
+was silent.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I had hoped, Mr. President, that what I have
+done so far&mdash;and I don't underestimate it&mdash;would
+have, at least, earned for me the privilege
+of remaining in this case until its conclusion,"
+said Mr. Grimm steadily. "If it is to be otherwise,
+of course I am at&mdash;"
+</p>
+<p>
+"History tells us, Mr. Grimm," interrupted
+the president irrelevantly, "that the frou-frou
+of a woman's skirt has changed the map of the
+world. Do you believe," he went on suddenly,
+"that a man can mete out justice fairly, severely
+if necessary, to one for whom he has a personal
+regard?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"I do, sir."
+</p>
+<p>
+"Perhaps even to one&mdash;to a woman whom he
+might love?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"I do, sir."
+</p>
+<p>
+The president rose.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Please wait in the anteroom for a few minutes,"
+he directed.
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm bowed himself out. At the end
+of half an hour he was again summoned into
+the cabinet chamber. The president met him
+with outstretched hand. There was more than
+mere perfunctory thanks in this&mdash;there was the
+understanding of man and man.
+</p>
+<p>
+"You will proceed with the case to the end,
+Mr. Grimm," he instructed abruptly. "If you
+need assistance ask for it; if not, proceed alone.
+You will rely upon your own judgment entirely.
+If there are circumstances which make it inadvisable
+to move against an individual by legal
+process, even if that individual is amenable to
+our laws, you are not constrained so to do if
+your judgment is against it. There is one stipulation:
+You will either secure the complete
+rights of the wireless percussion cap to this government
+or learn the secret of the invention so
+that at no future time can we be endangered
+by it."
+</p>
+<p>
+"Thank you," said Mr. Grimm quietly. "I
+understand."
+</p>
+<p>
+"I may add that it is a matter of deep regret
+to me," and the president brought one vigorous
+hand down on the young man's shoulder, "that
+our government has so few men of your type in
+its service. Good day."
+</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<a name="CH25"><!-- CHAPTER 25 --></a>
+<h3>
+	XXV
+</h3>
+
+<h3>
+WE TWO
+</h3>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm turned from Pennsylvania
+Avenue into a cross street, walked
+along half a block or so, climbed a
+short flight of stairs and entered an office.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Is Mr. Howard in?" he queried of a boy in
+attendance.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Name, please."
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm handed over a sealed envelope
+which bore the official imprint of the Department
+of War in the upper left hand corner; and
+the boy disappeared into a room beyond. A moment
+later he emerged and held open the door
+for Mr. Grimm. A gentleman&mdash;Mr. Howard&mdash;rose
+from his seat and stared at him as he
+entered.
+</p>
+<p>
+"This note, Mr. Grimm, is surprising," he
+remarked.
+</p>
+<p>
+"It is only a request from the secretary of
+war that I be permitted to meet the inventor of
+the wireless percussion cap," Mr. Grimm explained
+carelessly. "The negotiations have
+reached a point where the War Department
+must have one or two questions answered directly
+by the inventor. Simple enough, you see."
+</p>
+<p>
+"But it has been understood, and I have personally
+impressed it upon the secretary of war
+that such a meeting is impossible," objected Mr.
+Howard. "All negotiations have been conducted
+through me, and I have, as attorney for the inventor,
+the right to answer any question that
+may properly be answered. This now is a request
+for a personal interview with the inventor."
+</p>
+<p>
+"The necessity for such an interview has
+risen unexpectedly, because of a pressing need
+of either closing the deal or allowing it to drop,"
+Mr. Grimm stated. "I may add that the success
+of the deal depends entirely on this interview."
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Howard was leaning forward in his chair
+with wrinkled brow intently studying the calm
+face of the young man. Innocent himself of all
+the intrigue and international chicanery back of
+the affair, representing only an individual in
+these secret negotiations, he saw in the statement,
+as Mr. Grimm intended that he should, the possible
+climax of a great business contract. His
+greed was aroused; it might mean hundreds of
+thousands of dollars to him.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Do you think the deal can be made?" he
+asked at last.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I have no doubt there will be some sort of a
+deal," replied Mr. Grimm. "As I say, however,
+it is absolutely dependent on an interview between
+the inventor and myself at once&mdash;this
+afternoon."
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Howard thoughtfully drummed on his
+desk for a little while. From the first, save in
+so far as the patent rights were concerned, he
+had seen no reasons for the obligations of utter
+secrecy which had been enforced upon him. Perhaps,
+if he laid it before the inventor in this new
+light, with the deal practically closed, the interview
+would be possible!
+</p>
+<p>
+"I have no choice in the matter, Mr. Grimm,"
+he said at last. "I shall have to put it to my
+client, of course. Can you give me, say, half an
+hour to communicate with him?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Certainly," and Mr. Grimm rose obligingly.
+"Shall I wait outside here or call again?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"You may wait if you don't mind," said Mr.
+Howard. "I'll be able to let you know in a few
+minutes, I hope."
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm bowed and passed out. At the
+end of twenty-five minutes the door of Mr. Howard's
+private office opened and he appeared. His
+face was violently red, evidently from anger,
+and perspiration stood on his forehead.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I can't do anything with him," he declared
+savagely. "He says simply that negotiations
+must be conducted through me or not at all."
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm had risen; he bowed courteously.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Very well," he said placidly. "You understand,
+of course, as the note says, that this refusal
+of his terminates the negotiations, so&mdash;"
+</p>
+<p>
+"But just a moment&mdash;" interposed Mr. Howard
+quickly.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Good day," said Mr. Grimm.
+</p>
+<p>
+The door opened and closed; he was gone.
+Three minutes later he stepped into a telephone
+booth at a near-by corner and took down the receiver.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Hello, central!" he called, and then: "This
+is Mr. Grimm of the Secret Service. What number
+was Mr. Howard talking to?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Eleven double-nought six, Alexandria," was
+the reply.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Where is the connection? In whose name?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"The connection is five miles out from Alexandria
+in a farm-house on the old Baltimore
+Road," came the crisp, business-like answer.
+"The name is Murdock Williams."
+</p>
+<p>
+"Thank you," said Mr. Grimm. "Good-by."
+</p>
+<p>
+A moment later he was standing by the curb
+waiting for a car, when Howard, still angry, and
+with an expression of deep chagrin on his face,
+came bustling up.
+</p>
+<p>
+"If you can give me until to-morrow afternoon,
+then&mdash;" he began.
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm glanced around at him, and with
+a slight motion of his head summoned two men
+who had been chatting near-by. One of them
+was Blair, and the other Hastings.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Take this man in charge," he directed.
+"Hold him in solitary confinement until you hear
+from me. Don't talk to him, don't let any one
+else talk to him, and don't let him talk. If any
+person speaks to him before he is locked up,
+take that person in charge also. He is guilty
+of no crime, but a single word from him now will
+endanger my life."
+</p>
+<p>
+That was all. It was said and done so quickly
+that Howard, dazed, confused and utterly unable
+to account for anything, was led away without
+a protest. Mr. Grimm, musing gently on
+the stupidity of mankind in general and the ease
+with which it is possible to lead even a clever individual
+into a trap, if the bait appeals to greed,
+took a car and went up town.
+</p>
+<p>
+Some three hours later he walked briskly
+along a narrow path strewn with pine needles,
+which led tortuously up to an old colonial farmhouse.
+Outwardly the place seemed to be deserted.
+The blinds, battered and stripped of
+paint by wind and rain, were all closed and one
+corner of the small veranda had crumbled away
+from age and neglect. In the rear of the house,
+rising from an old barn, a thin pole with a cup-like
+attachment at the apex, thrust its point into
+the open above the dense, odorous pines. Mr.
+Grimm noted these things as he came along.
+</p>
+<p>
+He stepped up quietly on the veranda and
+had just extended one hand to rap on the door
+when it was opened from within, and Miss
+Thorne stood before him. He was not surprised;
+intuition had told him he would meet her
+again, perhaps here in hiding. A sudden quick
+tenderness lighted the listless eyes. For an instant
+she stood staring, her face pallid against
+the gloom of the hallway beyond, and she drew
+a long breath of relief, as she pressed one hand
+to her breast. The blue-gray eyes were veiled
+by drooping lids, then she recovered herself and
+they opened into his. In them he saw anxiety,
+apprehension, fear even.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Miss Thorne!" he greeted, and he bowed low
+over the white hand which she impulsively thrust
+toward him.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I&mdash;I knew some one was coming," she stammered
+in a half whisper. "I didn't know it was
+you; I hadn't known definitely until this instant
+that you were safe from the explosion. I am
+glad&mdash;glad, you understand; glad that you
+were not&mdash;" She stopped and fought back her
+emotions, then went on: "But you must not come
+in; you must go away at once. Your&mdash;your life
+is in danger here."
+</p>
+<p>
+"<i>How</i> did you know I was coming?" inquired
+Mr. Grimm.
+</p>
+<p>
+"From the moment Mr. Howard telephoned,"
+she replied, still hastily, still in the mysterious
+half whisper. "I knew that it could only be
+some one from your bureau, and I hoped that it
+was you. I saw how you forced him to call us
+up here, and that was all you needed. It was
+simple, of course, to trace the telephone call."
+Both of her hands closed over one of his desperately.
+"Now, go, please. The Latin compact is
+at an end; you merely invite death here. Now,
+go!"
+</p>
+<p>
+Her eyes were searching the listless face with
+entreaty in them; the slender fingers were fiercely
+gripping one of Mr. Grimm's nerveless hands.
+For an instant some strange, softening light
+flickered in the young man's eyes, then it passed.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I have no choice, Miss Thorne," he said
+gravely at last. "I am honor bound by my government
+to do one of two things. If I fail in
+the first of those&mdash;the greater&mdash;it can only be
+because&mdash;"
+</p>
+<p>
+He stopped; hope flamed up in her eyes and
+she leaned forward eagerly studying the impassive
+face.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Because&mdash;?" she repeated.
+</p>
+<p>
+"It can only be because I am killed," he added
+quietly. Suddenly his whole manner changed.
+"I should like to see the&mdash;the inventor?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"But don't you see&mdash;don't you see you <i>will</i>
+be killed if&mdash;?" she began tensely.
+</p>
+<p>
+"May I see the inventor, please?" Mr. Grimm
+interrupted.
+</p>
+<p>
+For a little time she stood, white and rigid,
+staring at him. Then her lids fluttered down
+wearily, as if to veil some crushing agony within
+her, and she stepped aside. Mr. Grimm entered
+and the door closed noiselessly behind him.
+After a moment her hand rested lightly on his
+arm, and he was led into a room to his left. This
+door, too, she closed, immediately turning to
+face him.
+</p>
+<p>
+"We may talk here a few minutes without interruption,"
+she said in a low tone. Her voice
+was quite calm now. "If you will be&mdash;?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Please understand, Miss Thorne," he interposed
+mercilessly, "that I must see the inventor,
+whoever he is. What assurance have I that this
+is not some ruse to permit him to escape?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"You have my word of honor," she said quite
+simply.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Please go on." He sat down.
+</p>
+<p>
+"You will see him too soon, I fear," she continued
+slowly. "If you had not come to him he
+would have gone to you." She swayed a little
+and pressed one hand to her eyes. "I would to
+God it were in my power to prevent that meeting!"
+she exclaimed desperately. Then, with an
+effort: "There are some things I want to explain
+to you. It may be that you will be willing
+to go then of your own free will. If I lay bare
+to you every step I have taken since I have been
+in Washington; if I make clear to you every
+obscure point in this hideous intrigue; if I confess
+to you that the Latin compact has been
+given up for all time, won't that be enough?
+Won't you go then?"
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm's teeth closed with a snap.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I don't want that&mdash;from you," he declared.
+</p>
+<p>
+"But if I should tell it all to you?" she
+pleaded.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I won't listen, Miss Thorne. You once paid
+me the compliment of saying that I was one man
+you knew in whom you had never been disappointed."
+The listless eyes were blazing into
+her own now. "<i>I</i> have never been disappointed
+in you. I will not permit you to disappoint me
+now. The secrets of your government are mine
+if I can get them&mdash;but I won't allow you to tell
+them to me."
+</p>
+<p>
+"My government!" Miss Thorne repeated,
+and her lips curled sadly. "I&mdash;I have no government.
+I have been cast off by that government,
+stripped of my rank, and branded as a
+traitor!"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Traitor!" Mr. Grimm's lips formed the
+word silently.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I failed, don't you see?" she rushed on.
+"Ignominy is the reward of failure. Prince
+d'Abruzzi went on to New York that night, cabled
+a full account of the destruction of the
+compact to my government, and sailed home on
+the following day. I was the responsible one,
+and now it all comes back on me." For a moment
+she was silent. "It's so singular, Mr.
+Grimm. The fight from the first was between
+us&mdash;we two; and you won."
+</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<a name="CH26"><!-- CHAPTER 26 --></a>
+<h3>
+	XXVI
+</h3>
+
+<h3>
+IN WHICH THEY BOTH WIN
+</h3>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm dropped into a chair with
+his teeth clenched, and his face like
+chalk. For a minute or more he sat
+there turning it all over in his mind. Truly the
+triumph had been robbed of its splendor when
+the blow fell here&mdash;here upon a woman he loved.
+</p>
+<p>
+"There's no shame in the confession of one
+who is fairly beaten," Isabel went on softly,
+after a little.  "There are many things that
+you don't understand. I came to Washington
+with an authority from my sovereign higher
+even than that vested in the ambassador; I came
+<i>as</i> I did and compelled Count di Rosini to obtain
+an invitation to the state ball for me in order
+that I might meet a representative of Russia
+there that night and receive an answer as to
+whether or not they would join the compact. I
+received that answer; its substance is of no consequence
+now.
+</p>
+<p>
+"And you remember where I first met you?
+It was while you were investigating the shooting
+of Se&ntilde;or Alvarez in the German embassy. That
+shooting, as you know, was done by Prince
+d'Abruzzi, so almost from the beginning my
+plans went wrong because of the assumption of
+authority by the prince. The paper he took
+from Se&ntilde;or Alvarez after the shooting was supposed
+to bear vitally upon Mexico's attitude toward
+our plan, but, as it developed, it was about
+another matter entirely."
+</p>
+<p>
+"Yes, I know," said Mr. Grimm.
+</p>
+<p>
+"The event of that night which you did <i>not</i>
+learn was that Germany agreed to join the compact
+upon conditions. Mr. Rankin, who was attached
+to the German embassy in an advisory
+capacity, delivered the answer to me, and I pretended
+to faint in order that I might reasonably
+avoid you."
+</p>
+<p>
+"I surmised that much," remarked Mr.
+Grimm.
+</p>
+<p>
+"The telegraphing I did with my fan was as
+much to distract your attention as anything
+else, and at the same time to identify myself to
+Mr. Rankin, whom I had never met. You knew
+him, of course; I didn't."
+</p>
+<p>
+She was silent a while as her eyes steadily
+met those of Mr. Grimm. Finally she went on:
+</p>
+<p>
+"When next I met you it was in the Venezuelan
+legation; you were investigating the theft of
+the fifty thousand dollars in gold from the safe.
+I thrust myself into that case, because I was
+afraid of you; and mercilessly destroyed a woman's
+name in your eyes to further my plans. I
+made you believe that Se&ntilde;orita Rodriguez stole
+that fifty thousand dollars, and I returned it to
+you, presumably, while we stood in her room that
+night. Only it was not her room&mdash;it was <i>mine!</i>
+<i>I</i> stole the fifty thousand dollars! All the details,
+even to her trip to see Mr. Griswold in
+Baltimore in company with Mr. Cadwallader,
+had been carefully worked out; and she <i>did</i>
+bring me the combination of the safe from Mr.
+Griswold on the strength of a forged letter. But
+she didn't know it. There was no theft, of
+course. I had no intention of keeping the
+money. It was necessary to take it to distract
+attention from the thing I <i>did</i> do&mdash;break a lock
+inside the safe to get a sealed packet that contained
+Venezuela's answer to our plan. I sealed
+that packet again, and there was never a suspicion
+that it had been opened."
+</p>
+<p>
+"Only a suspicion," Mr. Grimm corrected.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Then came the abduction of Monsieur Boiss&eacute;gur,
+the French ambassador. I plunged into
+that case as I did in the other because I was
+afraid of you and had to know just how much
+you knew. It was explained to you as an attempt
+at extortion with details which I carefully
+supplied. As a matter of fact, Monsieur
+Boiss&eacute;gur opposed our plans, even endangered
+them; and it was not advisable to have him recalled
+or even permit him to resign at the moment.
+So we abducted him, intending to hold
+him until direct orders could reach him from
+Paris. Understand, please, that all these things
+were made possible by the aid and cooperation
+of dozens, scores, of agents who were under my
+orders; every person who appeared in that abduction
+was working at my direction. The ambassador's
+unexpected escape disarranged our
+plans; but he was taken out of the embassy by
+force the second time under your very eyes. The
+darkness which made this possible was due to the
+fact that while you were looking for the switch,
+and I was apparently aiding, I was holding my
+hand over it all the time to keep you from turning
+on the light. You remember that?"
+</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Grimm nodded.
+</p>
+<p>
+"All the rest of it you know," she concluded
+wearily. "You compelled me to leave the
+Venezuelan legation by your espionage, but in
+the crowded hotel to which I moved I had little
+difficulty avoiding your Mr. Hastings, your Mr.
+Blair and your Mr. Johnson, so I came and
+went freely without your knowledge. The escape
+of the prince from prison you arranged, so
+you understand all of that, as well as the meeting
+and attempted signing of the compact, and
+the rapid recovery of Se&ntilde;or Alvarez. And, after
+all, it was my fault that our plans failed, because
+if I had not been&mdash;been uneasy as to your
+condition and had not made the mistake of going
+to the deserted little house where you were a prisoner,
+the plans would have succeeded, the compact
+been signed."
+</p>
+<p>
+"I'm beginning to understand," said Mr.
+Grimm gravely, and a wistful, tender look crept
+into his eyes. "If it had not been for that act
+of&mdash;consideration and kindness to me&mdash;"
+</p>
+<p>
+"We would have succeeded in spite of you,"
+explained Isabel. "We were afraid of you, Mr.
+Grimm. It was a compliment to you that we
+considered it necessary to account for your
+whereabouts at the time of the signing of the
+compact."
+</p>
+<p>
+"And if you had succeeded," remarked Mr.
+Grimm, "the whole civilized world would have
+come to war."
+</p>
+<p>
+"I never permitted myself to think of it that
+way," she replied frankly. "There is something
+splendid to me in a battle of brains; there is exaltation,
+stimulation, excitement in it. It has always
+possessed the greatest fascination for me.
+I have always won, you know, until now. I
+failed! And my reward is 'Traitor!'"
+</p>
+<p>
+"Just a word of assurance now," she went on
+after a moment. "The Latin compact has been
+definitely given up; the plan has been dismissed,
+thanks to you; the peace of the world is unbroken.
+And who am I? I know you have wondered;
+I know your agents have scoured the
+world to find out. I am the daughter of a former
+Italian ambassador to the Court of St.
+James. My mother was an English woman. I
+was born and received my early education in
+England, hence my perfect knowledge of that
+tongue. In Rome I am, or have been, alas, the
+Countess Rosa d'Orsetti; now I am an exile with
+a price on my head. That is all, except for several
+years I was a trusted agent of my government,
+and a friend of my queen."
+</p>
+<p>
+She rose and extended both hands graciously.
+Mr. Grimm seized the slender white fingers and
+stood with eyes fixed upon hers. Slowly a flush
+crept into her pallid cheeks, and she bowed her
+head.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Wonderful woman!" he said softly.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I shall ask a favor of you now," she went on
+gently. "Let all this that you have learned take
+the place of whatever you expected to learn, and
+go. Believe me, there can only be one result if
+you meet&mdash;if you meet the inventor of the wireless
+cap upon which so much was staked, and so
+much lost." She shuddered a little, then raised
+the blue-gray eyes beseechingly to his face.
+"Please go."
+</p>
+<p>
+Go! The word straightened Mr. Grimm in
+his tracks and he allowed her hands to fall limply.
+Suddenly his face grew hard. In the ecstasy
+of adoration he had momentarily forgotten his
+purpose here. His eyes lost their ardor; his
+nerveless hands dropped beside him.
+</p>
+<p>
+"No," he said.
+</p>
+<p>
+"You must&mdash;you must," she urged gently.
+"I know what it means to you. You feel it your
+duty to unravel the secret of the percussion cap?
+You can't; no man can. No one knows the inventor
+more intimately than I, and even I
+couldn't get it from him. There are no plans
+for it in existence, and even if there were he
+would no more sell them than you would have
+accepted a fortune at the hands of Prince
+d'Abruzzi to remain silent. The compact has
+failed; you did that. The agents have scattered&mdash;gone
+to other duties. That is enough."
+</p>
+<p>
+"No," said Mr. Grimm. There was a strange
+fear tearing at his heart,&mdash;"No one knows the
+inventor more intimately than I." "No," he said
+again. "I won from my government a promise
+to be made good upon a condition&mdash;I must fulfil
+that condition."
+</p>
+<p>
+"But there is nothing, promotion, honor, reward,
+that would compensate you for the loss of
+your life," she entreated. "There is still time."
+She was pleading now, with her slim white hands
+resting on his shoulders, and the blue-gray eyes
+fixed upon his face.
+</p>
+<p>
+"It's more than all that," he said. "That
+condition is you&mdash;your safety."
+</p>
+<p>
+"For me?" she repeated. "For me? Then,
+won't you go for&mdash;for my sake?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"No."
+</p>
+<p>
+"Won't you go if you know you will be
+killed," and suddenly her face turned scarlet,
+"and that your life is dear to me?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"No."
+</p>
+<p>
+Isabel dropped upon her knees before him.
+</p>
+<p>
+"This inventor&mdash;this man whom you insist
+on seeing is half insane with disappointment and
+anger," she rushed on desperately. "Remember
+that a vast fortune, honor, fame were at his finger
+tips when you&mdash;you placed them beyond his
+reach by the destruction of the compact. He
+has sworn to kill you."
+</p>
+<p>
+"I can't go!"
+</p>
+<p>
+"If you <i>know</i> that when you meet one of you
+will die?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"No." The answer came fiercely, through
+clenched teeth. Mr. Grimm disengaged his
+right hand and drew his revolver; the barrel
+clicked under his fingers as it spun.
+</p>
+<p>
+"If I tell you that of the two human beings in
+this world whom I love this man is one?"
+</p>
+<p>
+"No."
+</p>
+<p>
+A shuffling step sounded in the hallway just
+outside. Mr. Grimm stepped back from the
+kneeling figure, and turned to face the door with
+his revolver ready.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Great God!" It was a scream of agony.
+"He is my brother! Don't you see?"
+</p>
+<p>
+She came to her feet and went staggering
+across to the door. The key clicked in the lock.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Your brother!" exclaimed Mr. Grimm.
+</p>
+<p>
+"He wouldn't listen to me&mdash;<i>you</i> wouldn't
+listen to me, and now&mdash;and <i>now</i>! God have
+mercy!"
+</p>
+<p>
+There was a sharp rattling, a clamor at the
+door, and Isabel turned to Mr. Grimm mutely,
+with arms outstretched. The revolver barrel
+clicked under his hand, then, after a moment, he
+replaced the weapon in his pocket.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Please open the door," he requested quietly.
+</p>
+<p>
+"He'll kill you!" she screamed.
+</p>
+<p>
+Exhausted, helpless, she leaned against a
+chair with her face in her hands. Mr. Grimm
+went to her suddenly, tore the hands from her
+face, and met the tear-stained eyes.
+</p>
+<p>
+"I love you," he said. "I want you to know
+that!"
+</p>
+<p>
+"And I love you&mdash;that's why it matters so."
+</p>
+<p>
+Leaving her there, Mr. Grimm strode straight
+to the door and threw it open. He saw only the
+outline of a thin little man of indeterminate age,
+then came a blinding flash under his eyes, and
+he leaped forward. There was a short, sharp
+struggle, and both went down. The revolver!
+He must get that! He reached for it with the
+one idea of disarming this madman. The muzzle
+was thrust toward him, he threw up his arm to
+protect his head, and then came a second flash.
+Instantly he felt the figure in his arms grow
+limp; and after a moment he rose. The face of
+the man on the floor was pearly gray; and a
+thin, scarlet thread flowed from his temple.
+</p>
+
+<a name="image-5"><!-- Image 5 --></a>
+<p class="figure">
+<a href="images/img5.jpg">
+<img width="60%" src="images/img5.jpg"
+alt="In a Stride Mr. Grimm Was Beside Her."/></a><br />
+<b>"In a Stride Mr. Grimm Was Beside Her."</b>
+</p>
+
+<p>
+He turned toward Isabel. She lay near the
+chair, a little crumpled heap. In a stride he
+was beside her, and had lifted her head to his
+knee. The blue-gray eyes opened into his once,
+then they closed. She had fainted. The first
+bullet had pierced her arm; it was only a flesh
+wound. He lifted her gently and placed her on
+a couch, after which he disappeared into another
+room. In a little while there came the
+cheerful ting-a-ling of a telephone bell.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Is this the county constable's office?" he inquired.
+"Well, there's been a little shooting accident
+at the Murdock Williams' place, five miles
+out from Alexandria on the old Baltimore Road.
+Please send some of your men over to take
+charge. Two hours from now call up Mr.
+Grimm at Secret Service headquarters in Washington
+and he will explain. Good-by."
+</p>
+<p>
+And a few minutes later Mr. Grimm walked
+along the road toward an automobile a hundred
+yards away, bearing Miss Thorne in his arms.
+The chauffeur cranked the machine and climbed
+to his seat.
+</p>
+<p>
+"Washington!" directed Mr. Grimm. "Never
+mind the speed laws."
+</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<center>
+<b>THE END</b>
+</center>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+<pre>
+
+
+
+
+
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Elusive Isabel, by Jacques Futrelle
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever.  You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
+with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org
+
+
+Title: Elusive Isabel
+
+Author: Jacques Futrelle
+
+Release Date: February 4, 2004 [EBook #10943]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: ASCII
+
+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ELUSIVE ISABEL ***
+
+
+
+
+Produced by Steven desJardins and PG Distributed Proofreaders
+
+
+
+
+ELUSIVE ISABEL
+
+BY
+
+JACQUES FUTRELLE
+
+
+WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY
+
+ALONZO KIMBALL
+
+
+
+
+1908
+
+
+
+
+TO
+
+THE WONDERFUL WOMAN
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+CHAPTER
+
+I  MISS ISABEL THORNE
+
+II  MR. CAMPBELL AND THE CABLE
+
+III  THE LANGUAGE OF THE FAN
+
+IV  THE FLEEING WOMAN
+
+V  A VISIT TO THE COUNT
+
+VI  REVELATIONS
+
+VII  THE SIGNAL
+
+VIII  MISS THORNE AND NOT MISS THORNE
+
+IX  FIFTY THOUSAND DOLLARS
+
+X  A SAFE OPENING
+
+XI  THE LACE HANDKERCHIEF
+
+XII  THE VANISHING DIPLOMATIST
+
+XIII  A CONFERENCE IN THE DARK
+
+XIV  A RESCUE AND AN ESCAPE
+
+XV  MASTER OF THE SITUATION
+
+XVI  LETTERS FROM JAIL
+
+XVII  A CALL ON THE WARDEN
+
+XVIII  NOTICE TO LEAVE
+
+XIX BY WIRELESS
+
+XX THE LIGHT IN THE DOME
+
+XXI A SLIP OF PAPER
+
+XXII THE COMPACT
+
+XXIII  THE PERCUSSION CAP
+
+XXIV  THE PERSONAL EQUATION
+
+XXV WE TWO
+
+XXVI IN WHICH THEY BOTH WIN
+
+
+
+
+ELUSIVE ISABEL
+
+
+
+
+I
+
+MISS ISABEL THORNE
+
+
+All the world rubs elbows in Washington. Outwardly it is merely a city
+of evasion, of conventionalities, sated with the commonplace pleasures
+of life, listless, blase even, and always exquisitely, albeit frigidly,
+courteous; but beneath the still, suave surface strange currents play at
+cross purposes, intrigue is endless, and the merciless war of diplomacy
+goes on unceasingly. Occasionally, only occasionally, a bubble comes to
+the surface, and when it bursts the echo goes crashing around the earth.
+Sometimes a dynasty is shaken, a nation trembles, a ministry topples
+over; but the ripple moves and all is placid again. No man may know all
+that happens there, for then he would be diplomatic master of the
+world.
+
+"There is plenty of red blood in Washington," remarked a jesting
+legislative gray-beard, once upon a time, "but it's always frozen before
+they put it in circulation. Diplomatic negotiations are conducted in the
+drawing-room, but long before that the fight is fought down cellar. The
+diplomatists meet at table and there isn't any broken crockery, but you
+can always tell what the player thinks of the dealer by the way he draws
+three cards. Everybody is after results; and lots of monarchs of Europe
+sit up nights polishing their crowns waiting for word from Washington."
+
+So, this is Washington! And here at dinner are the diplomatic
+representatives of all the nations. That is the British ambassador, that
+stolid-faced, distinguished-looking, elderly man; and this is the French
+ambassador, dapper, volatile, plus-correct; here Russia's highest
+representative wags a huge, blond beard; and yonder is the phlegmatic
+German ambassador. Scattered around the table, brilliant splotches of
+color, are the uniformed envoys of the Orient--the smaller the country
+the more brilliant the splotch. It is a state dinner, to be followed by
+a state ball, and they are all present.
+
+The Italian ambassador, Count di Rosini, was trying to interpret a
+French _bon mot_ into English for the benefit of the dainty, doll-like
+wife of the Chinese minister--who was educated at Radcliffe--when a
+servant leaned over him and laid a sealed envelope beside his plate. The
+count glanced around at the servant, excused himself to Mrs. Quong Li
+Wi, and opened the envelope. Inside was a single sheet of embassy note
+paper, and a terse line signed by his secretary:
+
+"A lady is waiting for you here. She says she must see you immediately,
+on a matter of the greatest importance."
+
+The count read the note twice, with wrinkled brow, then scribbled on it
+in pencil:
+
+"Impossible to-night. Tell her to call at the embassy to-morrow morning
+at half-past ten o'clock."
+
+He folded the note, handed it to the servant, and resumed his
+conversation with Mrs. Wi.
+
+Half an hour later the same servant placed a second sealed envelope
+beside his plate. Recognizing the superscription, the ambassador
+impatiently shoved it aside, intending to disregard it. But irritated
+curiosity finally triumphed, and he opened it. A white card on which was
+written this command was his reward:
+
+"It is necessary that you come to the embassy at once."
+
+There was no signature. The handwriting was unmistakably that of a
+woman, and just as unmistakably strange to him. He frowned a little as
+he stared at it wonderingly, then idly turned the card over. There was
+no name on the reverse side--only a crest. Evidently the count
+recognized this, for his impassive face reflected surprise for an
+instant, and this was followed by a keen, bewildered interest. Finally
+he arose, made his apologies, and left the room. His automobile was at
+the door.
+
+[Illustration: The handwriting was unmistakably that of a woman.]
+
+"To the embassy," he directed the chauffeur.
+
+And within five minutes he was there. His secretary met him in the hall.
+
+"The lady is waiting in your office," he explained apologetically. "I
+gave her your message, but she said she must see you and would write you
+a line herself. I sent it."
+
+"Quite correct," commented the ambassador. "What name did she give?"
+
+"None," was the reply. "She said none was necessary."
+
+The ambassador laid aside hat and coat and entered his office with a
+slightly puzzled expression on his face. Standing before a window,
+gazing idly out into the light-spangled night, was a young woman, rather
+tall and severely gowned in some rich, glistening stuff which fell away
+sheerly from her splendid bare shoulders. She turned and he found
+himself looking into a pair of clear, blue-gray eyes, frank enough and
+yet in their very frankness possessing an alluring, indefinable
+subtlety. He would not have called her pretty, yet her smile, slight as
+it was, was singularly charming, and there radiated from her a
+something--personality, perhaps--which held his glance. He bowed low,
+and closed the door.
+
+"I am at your service, Madam," he said in a tone of deep respect.
+"Please pardon my delay in coming to you."
+
+"It is unfortunate that I didn't write the first note," she apologized
+graciously. "It would at least have saved a little time. You have the
+card?"
+
+He produced it silently, crest down, and handed it to her. She struck a
+match, lighted the card, and it crumbled up in her gloved hand. The last
+tiny scrap found refuge in a silver tray, where she watched it burn to
+ashes, then she turned to the ambassador with a brilliant smile. He was
+still standing.
+
+"The dinner isn't over yet?" she inquired.
+
+"No, Madam, not for another hour, perhaps."
+
+"Then there's no harm done," she went on lightly. "The dinner isn't of
+any consequence, but I should like very much to attend the ball
+afterward. Can you arrange it for me?"
+
+"I don't know just how I would proceed, Madam," the ambassador objected
+diffidently. "It would be rather unusual, difficult, I may say, and--"
+
+"But surely you can arrange it some way?" she interrupted demurely. "The
+highest diplomatic representative of a great nation should not find it
+difficult to arrange so simple a matter as--as this?" She was smiling.
+
+"Pardon me for suggesting it, Madam," the ambassador persisted
+courteously, "but anything out of the usual attracts attention in
+Washington. I dare say, from the manner of your appearance to-night,
+that you would not care to attract attention to yourself."
+
+She regarded him with an enigmatic smile.
+
+"I'm afraid you don't know women, Count," she said slowly, at last.
+"There's nothing dearer to a woman's heart than to attract attention to
+herself." She laughed--a throaty, silvery note that was charming. "And
+if you hesitate now, then to-morrow--why, to-morrow I am going to ask
+that you open to me all this Washington world--this brilliant world of
+diplomatic society. You see what I ask now is simple."
+
+The ambassador was respectfully silent and deeply thoughtful for a time.
+There was, perhaps, something of resentment struggling within him, and
+certainly there was an uneasy feeling of rebellion at this attempt to
+thrust him forward against all precedent.
+
+"Your requests are of so extraordinary a nature that--" he began in
+courteous protestation.
+
+There was no trace of impatience in the woman's manner; she was still
+smiling.
+
+"It is necessary that I attend the ball to-night," she explained, "you
+may imagine how necessary when I say I sailed from Liverpool six days
+ago, reaching New York at half-past three o'clock this afternoon; and at
+half-past four I was on my way here. I have been here less than one
+hour. I came from Liverpool especially that I might be present; and I
+even dressed on the train so there would be no delay. Now do you see the
+necessity of it?"
+
+Diplomatic procedure is along well-oiled grooves, and the diplomatist
+who steps out of the rut for an instant happens upon strange and
+unexpected obstacles. Knowing this, the ambassador still hesitated. The
+woman apparently understood.
+
+"I had hoped that this would not be necessary," she remarked, and she
+produced a small, sealed envelope. "Please read it."
+
+The ambassador received the envelope with uplifted brows, opened it and
+read what was written on a folded sheet of paper. Some subtle working
+of his brain brought a sudden change in the expression of his face.
+There was wonder in it, and amazement, and more than these. Again he
+bowed low.
+
+"I am at your service, Madam," he repeated. "I shall take pleasure in
+making any arrangements that are necessary. Again, I beg your pardon."
+
+"And it will not be so very difficult, after all, will it?" she
+inquired, and she smiled tauntingly.
+
+"It will not be at all difficult, Madam," the ambassador assured her
+gravely. "I shall take steps at once to have an invitation issued to you
+for to-night; and to-morrow I shall be pleased to proceed as you may
+suggest."
+
+She nodded. He folded the note, replaced it in the envelope and returned
+it to her with another deep bow. She drew her skirts about her and sat
+down; he stood.
+
+"It will be necessary for your name to appear on the invitation," the
+ambassador went on to explain. "If you will give me your name I'll have
+my secretary--"
+
+"Oh, yes, my name," she interrupted gaily. "Why, Count, you embarrass
+me. You know, really, I have no name. Isn't it awkward?"
+
+"I understand perfectly, Madam," responded the count. "I should have
+said _a_ name."
+
+She meditated a moment.
+
+"Well, say--Miss Thorne--Miss Isabel Thorne," she suggested at last.
+"That will do very nicely, don't you think?"
+
+"Very nicely, Miss Thorne," and the ambassador bowed again. "Please
+excuse me a moment, and I'll give my secretary instructions how to
+proceed. There will be a delay of a few minutes."
+
+He opened the door and went out. For a minute or more Miss Thorne sat
+perfectly still, gazing at the blank wooden panels, then she rose and
+went to the window again. In the distance, hazy in the soft night, the
+dome of the capitol rose mistily; over to the right was the
+congressional library, and out there where the lights sparkled lay
+Pennsylvania Avenue, a thread of commerce. Miss Thorne saw it all, and
+suddenly stretched out her arms with an all-enveloping gesture. She
+stood so for a minute, then they fell beside her, and she was
+motionless.
+
+Count di Rosini entered.
+
+"Everything is arranged, Miss Thorne," he announced. "Will you go with
+me in my automobile, or do you prefer to go alone?"
+
+"I'll go alone, please," she answered after a moment. "I shall be there
+about eleven."
+
+The ambassador bowed himself out.
+
+And so Miss Isabel Thorne came to Washington!
+
+
+
+
+II
+
+MR. CAMPBELL AND THE CABLE
+
+
+Just as it is one man's business to manufacture watches, and another
+man's business to peddle shoe-strings, so it was Mr. Campbell's business
+to know things. He was a human card index, a governmental ready
+reference posted to the minute and backed by all the tremendous
+resources of a nation. From the little office in the Secret Service
+Bureau, where he sat day after day, radiating threads connected with the
+huge outer world, and enabled him to keep a firm hand on the diplomatic
+and departmental pulse of Washington. Perhaps he came nearer knowing
+everything that happened there than any other man living; and no man
+realized more perfectly than he just how little of all of it he did
+know.
+
+In person Mr. Campbell was not unlike a retired grocer who had shaken
+the butter and eggs from his soul and settled back to enjoy a life of
+placid idleness. He was a little beyond middle age, pleasant of face,
+white of hair, and blessed with guileless blue eyes. His genius had no
+sparkle to it; it consisted solely of detail and system and
+indefatigability, coupled with a memory that was well nigh infallible.
+His brain was as serene and orderly as a cash register; one almost
+expected to hear it click.
+
+He sat at his desk intently studying a cable despatch which lay before
+him. It was in the Secret Service code. Leaning over his shoulder was
+Mr. Grimm--_the_ Mr. Grimm of the bureau. Mr. Grimm was an utterly
+different type from his chief. He was younger, perhaps thirty-one or
+two, physically well proportioned, a little above the average height,
+with regular features and listless, purposeless eyes--a replica of a
+hundred other young men who dawdle idly in the windows of their clubs
+and watch the world hurry by. His manner was languid; his dress showed
+fastidious care.
+
+Sentence by sentence the bewildering intricacies of the code gave way
+before the placid understanding of Chief Campbell, and word by word,
+from the chaos of it, a translation took intelligible form upon a sheet
+of paper under his right hand. Mr. Grimm, looking on, exhibited only a
+most perfunctory interest in the extraordinary message he was reading;
+the listless eyes narrowed a little, that was all. It was a special
+despatch from Lisbon dated that morning, and signed simply "Gault."
+Completely translated it ran thus:
+
+"Secret offensive and defensive alliance of the Latin against the
+English-speaking nations of the world is planned. Italy, France, Spain
+and two South American republics will soon sign compact in Washington.
+Proposition just made to Portugal, and may be accepted. Special envoys
+now working in Mexico and Central and South America. Germany invited to
+join, but refuses as yet, giving, however, tacit support; attitude of
+Russia and Japan unknown to me. Prince Benedetto d'Abruzzi, believed to
+be in Washington at present, has absolute power to sign for Italy,
+France and Spain. Profound secrecy enjoined and preserved. I learned of
+it by underground. Shall I inform our minister? Cable instructions."
+
+"So much!" commented Mr. Campbell.
+
+He clasped his hands behind his head, lay back in his chair and sat for
+a long time, staring with steadfast, thoughtful eyes into the impassive
+face of his subordinate. Mr. Grimm perched himself on the edge of the
+desk and with his legs dangling read the despatch a second time, and a
+third.
+
+"If," he observed slowly, "if any other man than Gault had sent that I
+should have said he was crazy."
+
+"The peace of the world is in peril, Mr. Grimm," said Campbell
+impressively, at last. "It had to come, of course, the United States and
+England against a large part of Europe and all of Central and South
+America. It had to come, and yet--!"
+
+He broke off abruptly, and picked up the receiver of his desk
+telephone.
+
+"The White House, please," he requested curtly, and then, after a
+moment: "Hello! Please ask the president if he will receive Mr. Campbell
+immediately. Yes, Mr. Campbell of the Secret Service." There was a
+pause. Mr. Grimm removed his immaculate person from the desk, and took a
+chair. "Hello! In half an hour? So much!"
+
+The pages of the Almanac de Gotha fluttered through his fingers, and
+finally he leaned forward and studied a paragraph of it closely. When he
+raised his eyes again there was that in them which Mr. Grimm had never
+seen before--a settled, darkening shadow.
+
+"The world-war has long been a chimera, Mr. Grimm," he remarked at last,
+"but now--now! Think of it! Of course, the Central and South American
+countries, taken separately, are inconsequential, and that is true, too,
+of the Latin countries of Europe, except France, but taken in
+combination, under one directing mind, the allied navies would be--would
+be formidable, at least. Backed by the moral support of Germany, and
+perhaps Japan--! Don't you see? Don't you see?"
+
+He lapsed into silence. Mr. Grimm opened his lips to ask a question: Mr.
+Campbell anticipated it unerringly:
+
+"The purpose of such an alliance? It is not too much to construe it into
+the first step toward a world-war--a war of reprisal and conquest beside
+which the other great wars of the world would seem trivial. For the fact
+has at last come home to the nations of the world that ultimately the
+English-speaking peoples will dominate it--dominate it, because they are
+the practical peoples. They have given to the world all its great
+practical inventions--the railroad, the steamship, electricity, the
+telegraph and cable--all of them; they are the great civilizing forces,
+rounding the world up to new moral understanding, for what England has
+done in Africa and India we have done in a smaller way in the
+Philippines and Cuba and Porto Rico; they are the great commercial
+peoples, slowly but surely winning the market-places of the earth;
+wherever the English or the American flag is planted there the English
+tongue is being spoken, and there the peoples are being taught the
+sanity of right living and square dealing.
+
+"It requires no great effort of the imagination, Mr. Grimm, to foresee
+that day when the traditional power of Paris, and Berlin, and St.
+Petersburg, and Madrid will be honey-combed by the steady encroachment
+of our methods. This alliance would indicate that already that day has
+been foreseen; that there is now a resentment which is about to find
+expression in one great, desperate struggle for world supremacy. A few
+hundred years ago Italy--or Rome--was stripped of her power; only
+recently the United States dispelled the illusion that Spain was
+anything but a shell; and France--! One can't help but wonder if the
+power she boasts is not principally on paper. But if their forces are
+combined? Do you see? It would be an enormous power to reckon with, with
+a hundred bases of supplies right at our doors."
+
+He rose suddenly and walked over to the window, where he stood for a
+moment, staring out with unseeing eyes.
+
+"Given a yard of canvas, Mr. Grimm," he went on finally, "a Spanish boy
+will waste it, a French boy will paint a picture on it, an English boy
+will built a sail-boat, and an American boy will erect a tent. That
+fully illustrates the difference in the races."
+
+He abandoned the didactic tone, and returned to the material matter in
+hand. Mr. Grimm passed him the despatch and he sat down again.
+
+"'Will soon sign compact in Washington,'" he read musingly. "Now I don't
+know that the signing of that compact can be prevented, but the signing
+of it on United States soil can be prevented. You will see to that, Mr.
+Grimm."
+
+"Very well," the young man agreed carelessly. The magnitude of such a
+task made, apparently, not the slightest impression on him. He languidly
+drew on his gloves.
+
+"And meanwhile I shall take steps to ascertain the attitude of Russian
+and Japanese representatives in this city."
+
+Mr. Grimm nodded.
+
+"And now, for Prince Benedetto d'Abruzzi," Mr. Campbell went on slowly.
+"Officially he is not in Washington, nor the United States, for that
+matter. Naturally, on such a mission, he would not come as a publicly
+accredited agent, therefore, I imagine, he is to be sought under another
+name."
+
+"Of course," Mr. Grimm acquiesced.
+
+"And he would avoid the big hotels."
+
+"Certainly."
+
+Mr. Campbell permitted his guileless blue eyes to linger inquiringly
+upon those of the young man for half a minute. He caught himself
+wondering, sometimes, at the perfection of the deliberate indifference
+with which Mr. Grimm masked his emotions. In his admiration of this
+quality he quite overlooked the remarkable mask of benevolence behind
+which he himself hid.
+
+"And the name, D'Abruzzi," he remarked, after a time. "What does it mean
+to you, Mr. Grimm?"
+
+"It means that I am to deal with a prince of the royal blood of Italy,"
+was the unhesitating response. Mr. Grimm picked up the Almanac de Gotha
+and glanced at the open page. "Of course, the first thing to do is to
+find him; the rest will be simple enough." He perused the page
+carelessly. "I will begin work at once."
+
+
+
+
+III
+
+THE LANGUAGE OF THE FAN
+
+
+Mr. Grimm was chatting idly with Senorita Rodriguez, daughter of the
+minister from Venezuela, the while he permitted his listless eyes to
+wander aimlessly about the spacious ball-room of the German embassy,
+ablaze with festooned lights, and brilliant with a multi-colored chaos
+of uniforms. Gleaming pearl-white, translucent in the mass, were the
+bare shoulders of women; and from far off came the plaintive whine of an
+orchestra, a pulsing sense rather than a living sound, of music, pointed
+here and there by the staccato cry of a flute. A zephyr, perfumed with
+the clean, fresh odor of lilacs, stirred the draperies of the archway
+which led into the conservatory and rustled the bending branches of
+palms and ferns.
+
+For a scant instant Mr. Grimm's eyes rested on a young woman who sat a
+dozen feet away, talking, in playful animation, with an undersecretary
+of the British embassy--a young woman severely gowned in some glistening
+stuff which fell away sheerly from her splendid bare shoulders. She
+glanced up, as if in acknowledgment of his look, and her eyes met his.
+Frank, blue-gray eyes they were, stirred to their depths now by
+amusement. She smiled at Senorita Rodriguez, in token of recognition.
+
+"Aren't they wonderful?" asked Senorita Rodriguez with the quick,
+bubbling enthusiasm of her race.
+
+"What?" asked Mr. Grimm.
+
+"Her eyes," was the reply. "Every person has one dominant feature--with
+Miss Thorne it is her eyes."
+
+"Miss Thorne?" Mr. Grimm repeated.
+
+"Haven't you met her?" the senorita went on. "Miss Isabel Thorne? She
+only arrived a few days ago--the night of the state ball. She's my
+guest at the legation. When an opportunity comes I shall present you to
+her."
+
+She ran on, about other things, with only an occasional remark from Mr.
+Grimm, who was thoughtfully nursing his knee. Somewhere through the
+chatter and effervescent gaiety, mingling with the sound of the pulsing
+music, he had a singular impression of a rhythmical beat, an indistinct
+tattoo, noticeable, perhaps, only because of its monotony. After a
+moment he shot a quick glance at Miss Thorne and understood; it was the
+tapping of an exquisitely wrought ivory fan against one of her tapering,
+gloved fingers. She was talking and smiling.
+
+"Dot-dash-dot! Dot-dash-dot! Dot-dash-dot!" said the fan.
+
+Mr. Grimm twisted around in his seat and regaled his listless eyes with
+a long stare into the senorita's pretty face. Behind the careless ease
+of repose he was mechanically isolating the faint clatter of the fan.
+
+"Dot-dash-dot! Dot-dash-dot! Dot-dash-dot!"
+
+"Did any one ever accuse you of staring, Mr. Grimm?" demanded the
+senorita banteringly.
+
+For an instant Mr. Grimm continued to stare, and then his listless eyes
+swept the ball-room, pausing involuntarily at the scarlet splendor of
+the minister from Turkey.
+
+"I beg your pardon," he apologized contritely. There was a pause. "The
+minister from Turkey looks like a barn on fire, doesn't he?"
+
+Senorita Rodriguez laughed, and Mr. Grimm glanced idly toward Miss
+Thorne. She was still talking, her face alive with interest; and the fan
+was still tapping rhythmically, steadily, now on the arm of her chair.
+
+"Dot-dash-dot! Dot-dash-dot! Dot-dash-dot! Dot-dash-dot!"
+
+"Pretty women who don't want to be stared at should go with their faces
+swathed," Mr. Grimm suggested indolently. "Haroun el Raschid there would
+agree with me on that point, I have no doubt. What a shock he would get
+if he should happen up at Atlantic City for a week-end in August!"
+
+"Dot-dash-dot! Dot-dash-dot! Dot-dash-dot!"
+
+Mr. Grimm read it with perfect understanding; it was "F--F--F" in the
+Morse code, the call of one operator to another. Was it accident? Mr.
+Grimm wondered, and wondering he went on talking lazily:
+
+"Curious, isn't it, the smaller the nation the more color it crowds into
+the uniforms of its diplomatists? The British ambassador, you will
+observe, is clothed sanely and modestly, as befits the representative of
+a great nation; but coming on down by way of Spain and Italy, they get
+more gorgeous. However, I dare say as stout a heart beats beneath a
+sky-blue sash as behind the unembellished black of evening dress."
+
+"F--F--F," the fan was calling insistently.
+
+And then the answer came. It took the unexpectedly prosaic form of a
+violent sneeze, a vociferous outburst on a bench directly behind Mr.
+Grimm. Senorita Rodriguez jumped, then laughed nervously.
+
+"It startled me," she explained.
+
+"I think there must be a draft from the conservatory," said a man's
+voice apologetically. "Do you ladies feel it? No? Well, if you'll excuse
+me--?"
+
+Mr. Grimm glanced back languidly. The speaker was Charles Winthrop
+Rankin, a brilliant young American lawyer who was attached to the German
+embassy in an advisory capacity. Among other things he was a Heidelberg
+man, having spent some dozen years of his life in Germany, where he
+established influential connections. Mr. Grimm knew him only by sight.
+
+And now the rhythmical tapping of Miss Thorne's fan underwent a change.
+There was a flutter of gaiety in her voice the while the ivory fan
+tapped steadily.
+
+"Dot-dot-dot! Dash! Dash-dash-dash! Dot-dot-dash! Dash!"
+
+"S--t--5--u--t," Mr. Grimm read in Morse. He laughed pleasantly at some
+remark of his companion.
+
+"Dash-dash! Dot-dash! Dash-dot!" said the fan.
+
+"M--a--n," Mr. Grimm spelled it out, the while his listless eyes roved
+aimlessly over the throng. "S--t--5--u--t m--a--n!" Was it meant for
+"stout man?" Mr. Grimm wondered.
+
+"Dot-dash-dot! Dot! Dash-dot-dot!"
+
+"F--e--d," that was.
+
+"Dot-dot-dash-dot! Dot-dash! Dash-dot-dash-dot! Dot!"
+
+"Q--a--j--e!" Mr. Grimm was puzzled a little now, but there was not a
+wrinkle, nor the tiniest indication of perplexity in his face. Instead
+he began talking of Raphael's cherubs, the remark being called into life
+by the high complexion of a young man who was passing. Miss Thorne
+glanced at him once keenly, her splendid eyes fairly aglow, and the fan
+rattled on in the code.
+
+"Dash-dot! Dot! Dot-dash! Dot-dash-dot!"
+
+"N--e--a--f." Mr. Grimm was still spelling it out.
+
+Then came a perfect jumble. Mr. Grimm followed it with difficulty, a
+difficulty utterly belied by the quizzical lines about his mouth. As he
+caught it, it was like this: "J--5--n--s--e--f--v--a--t--5--f,"
+followed by an arbitrary signal which is not in the Morse code:
+"Dash-dot-dash-dash!"
+
+Mr. Grimm carefully stored that jumble away in some recess of his brain,
+along with the unknown signal.
+
+"D--5--5--f," he read, and then, on to the end: "B--f--i--n--g
+5--v--e--f w--h--e--n g g--5--e--s."
+
+That was all, apparently. The soft clatter of the fan against the arm of
+the chair ran on meaninglessly after that.
+
+"May I bring you an ice?" Mr. Grimm asked at last.
+
+"If you will, please," responded the senorita, "and when you come back
+I'll reward you by presenting you to Miss Thorne. You'll find her
+charming; and Mr. Cadwallader has monopolized her long enough."
+
+Mr. Grimm bowed and left her. He had barely disappeared when Mr. Rankin
+lounged along in front of Miss Thorne. He glanced at her, paused and
+greeted her effusively.
+
+"Why, Miss Thorne!" he exclaimed. "I'm delighted to see you here. I
+understood you would not be present, and--"
+
+Their hands met in a friendly clasp as she rose and moved away, with a
+nod of excuse to Mr. Cadwallader. A thin slip of paper, thrice folded,
+passed from Mr. Rankin to her. She tugged at her glove, and thrust the
+little paper, still folded, inside the palm.
+
+"Is it yes, or no?" Miss Thorne asked in a low tone.
+
+"Frankly, I can't say," was the reply.
+
+"He read the message," she explained hastily, "and now he has gone to
+decipher it."
+
+She gathered up her trailing skirts over one arm, and together they
+glided away through the crowd to the strains of a Strauss waltz.
+
+"I'm going to faint in a moment," she said quite calmly to Mr. Rankin.
+"Please have me sent to the ladies' dressing-room."
+
+"I understand," he replied quietly.
+
+
+
+
+IV
+
+THE FLEEING WOMAN
+
+
+Mr. Grimm went straight to a quiet nook of the smoking-room and there,
+after a moment, Mr. Campbell joined him. The bland benevolence of the
+chief's face was disturbed by the slightest questioning uplift of his
+brows as he dropped into a seat opposite Mr. Grimm, and lighted a cigar.
+Mr. Grimm raised his hand, and a servant who stood near, approached
+them.
+
+"An ice--here," Mr. Grimm directed tersely.
+
+The servant bowed and disappeared, and Mr. Grimm hastily scribbled
+something on a sheet of paper and handed it to his chief.
+
+"There is a reading, in the Morse code, of a message that seems to be
+unintelligible," Mr. Grimm explained. "I have reason to believe it is
+in the Continental code. You know the Continental--I don't."
+
+Mr. Campbell read this:
+
+"St5ut man fed qaje neaf j5nsefvat5f," and then came the unknown,
+dash-dot-dash-dash. "That," he explained, "is Y in the Continental
+code." It went on: "d55f bfing 5vef when g g5es."
+
+The chief read it off glibly:
+
+"Stout man, red face, near conservatory door. Bring over when G goes."
+
+"Very well!" commented Mr. Grimm ambiguously.
+
+With no word of explanation, he rose and went out, pausing at the door
+to take the ice which the servant was bringing in. The seat where he had
+left Senorita Rodriguez was vacant; so was the chair where Miss Thorne
+had been. He glanced about inquiringly, and a servant who stood stolidly
+near the conservatory door approached him.
+
+"Pardon, sir, but the lady who was sitting here," and he indicated the
+chair where Miss Thorne had been sitting, "fainted while dancing, and
+the lady who was with you went along when she was removed to the ladies'
+dressing-room, sir."
+
+Mr. Grimm's teeth closed with a little snap.
+
+"Did you happen to notice any time this evening a stout gentleman, with
+red face, near the conservatory door?" he asked.
+
+The servant pondered a moment, then shook his head.
+
+"No, sir."
+
+"Thank you."
+
+Mr. Grimm was just turning away, when there came the sharp, vibrant
+cra-a-sh! of a revolver, somewhere off to his left. The president! That
+was his first thought. One glance across the room to where the chief
+executive stood, in conversation with two other gentlemen, reassured
+him. The choleric blue eyes of the president had opened a little at the
+sound, then he calmly resumed the conversation. Mr. Grimm impulsively
+started toward the little group, but already a cordon was being drawn
+there--a cordon of quiet-faced, keen-eyed men, unobstrusively forcing
+their way through the crowd. There was Johnson, and Hastings, and Blair,
+and half a dozen others.
+
+The room had been struck dumb. The dancers stopped, with tense,
+inquiring looks, and the plaintive whine of the orchestra, far away,
+faltered, then ceased. There was one brief instant of utter silence in
+which white-faced women clung to the arms of their escorts, and the
+brilliant galaxy of colors halted. Then, after a moment, there came
+clearly through the stillness, the excited, guttural command of the
+German ambassador.
+
+"Keep on blaying, you tam fools! Keep on blaying!"
+
+The orchestra started again tremulously. Mr. Grimm nodded a silent
+approval of the ambassador's command, then turned away toward his left,
+in the direction of the shot. After the first dismay, there was a
+general movement of the crowd in that direction, a movement which was
+checked by Mr. Campbell's appearance upon a chair, with a smile on his
+bland face.
+
+"No harm done," he called. "One of the officers present dropped his
+revolver, and it was accidently discharged. No harm done."
+
+There was a moment's excited chatter, deep-drawn breaths of relief, the
+orchestra swung again into the interrupted rhythm, and the dancers moved
+on. Mr. Grimm went straight to his chief, who had stepped down from the
+chair. Two other Secret Service men stood behind him, blocking the
+doorway that opened into a narrow hall.
+
+"This way," directed the chief tersely.
+
+Mr. Grimm walked along beside him. They skirted the end of the ball-room
+until they came to another door opening into the hall. Chief Campbell
+pushed it open, and entered. One of his men stood just inside.
+
+"What was it, Gray?" asked the chief.
+
+"Senor Alvarez, of the Mexican legation, was shot," was the reply.
+
+"Dead?"
+
+"Only wounded. He's in that room," and he indicated a door a little way
+down the hall. "Fairchild, two servants, and a physician are with him."
+
+"Who shot him?"
+
+"Don't know. We found him lying in the hall here."
+
+Still followed by Mr. Grimm, the chief entered the room, and together
+they bent over the wounded man. The bullet had entered the torso just
+below the ribs on the left side.
+
+"It's a clean wound," the physician was explaining. "The bullet passed
+through. There's no immediate danger."
+
+Senor Alvarez opened his eyes, and stared about him in bewilderment;
+then alarm overspread his face, and he made spasmodic efforts to reach
+the inside breast pocket of his coat. Mr. Grimm obligingly thrust his
+hand into the pocket and drew out its contents, the while Senor Alvarez
+struggled frantically.
+
+"Just a moment," Mr. Grimm advised quietly. "I'm only going to let you
+see if it is here. Is it?"
+
+He held the papers, one by one, in front of the wounded man, and each
+time a shake of the head was his answer. At the last Senor Alvarez
+closed his eyes again.
+
+"What sort of paper was it?" inquired Mr. Grimm.
+
+"None of your business," came the curt answer.
+
+"Who shot you?"
+
+"None of your business."
+
+"A man?"
+
+Senor Alvarez was silent.
+
+"A woman?"
+
+Still silence.
+
+With some new idea Mr. Grimm turned away suddenly and started out into
+the hall. He met a maid-servant at the door, coming in. Her face was
+blanched, and she stuttered through sheer excitement.
+
+"A lady, sir--a lady--" she began babblingly.
+
+Mr. Grimm calmly closed the door, shutting in the wounded man, Chief
+Campbell and the others. Then he caught the maid sharply by the arm and
+shook some coherence into her disordered brain.
+
+"A lady--she ran away, sir," the girl went on, in blank surprise.
+
+"What lady?" demanded Mr. Grimm coldly. "Where did she run from? Why did
+she run?" The maid stared at him with mouth agape. "Begin at the
+beginning."
+
+"I was in that room, farther down the hall, sir," the maid explained.
+"The door was open. I heard the shot, and it frightened me so--I don't
+know--I was afraid to look out right away, sir. Then, an instant later,
+a lady come running along the hall, sir--that way," and she indicated
+the rear of the house. "Then I came to the door and looked out to see
+who it was, and what was the matter, sir. I was standing there when a
+man--a man came along after the lady, and banged the door in my face,
+sir. The door had a spring lock, and I was so--so frightened and excited
+I couldn't open it right away, sir, and--and when I did I came here to
+see what was the matter." She drew a deep breath and stopped.
+
+"That all?" demanded Mr. Grimm.
+
+"Yes, sir, except--except the lady had a pistol in her hand, sir--"
+
+Mr. Grimm regarded her in silence for a moment.
+
+"Who was the lady?" he asked at last.
+
+"I forget her name, sir. She was the lady who--who fainted in the
+ball-room, sir, just a few minutes ago."
+
+Whatever emotion may have been aroused within Mr. Grimm it certainly
+found no expression in his face. When he spoke again his voice was quite
+calm.
+
+"Miss Thorne, perhaps?"
+
+"Yes, sir, that's the name--Miss Thorne. I was in the ladies'
+dressing-room when she was brought in, sir, and I remember some one
+called her name."
+
+Mr. Grimm took the girl, still a-quiver with excitement, and led her
+along the hall to where Gray stood.
+
+"Take this girl in charge, Gray," he directed. "Lock her up, if
+necessary. Don't permit her to say one word to anybody--_anybody_ you
+understand, except the chief."
+
+Mr. Grimm left them there. He passed along the hall, glancing in each
+room as he went, until he came to a short flight of stairs leading
+toward the kitchen. He went on down silently. The lights were burning,
+but the place was still, deserted. All the servants who belonged there
+were evidently, for the moment, transferred to other posts. He passed on
+through the kitchen and out the back door into the street.
+
+A little distance away, leaning against a lamp-post, a man was
+standing. He might have been waiting for a car. Mr. Grimm approached
+him.
+
+"Beg pardon," he said, "did you see a woman come out of the back door,
+there?"
+
+"Yes, just a moment or so ago," replied the stranger. "She got into an
+automobile at the corner. I imagine this is hers," and he extended a
+handkerchief, a dainty, perfumed trifle of lace. "I picked it up
+immediately after she passed."
+
+Mr. Grimm took the handkerchief and examined it under the light. For a
+time he was thoughtful, with lowered eyes, which, finally raised, met
+those of the stranger with a scrutinizing stare.
+
+"Why," asked Mr. Grimm slowly and distinctly, "why did you slam the door
+in the girl's face?"
+
+"Why did I--what?" came the answering question.
+
+"Why did you slam the door in the girl's face?" Mr. Grimm repeated
+slowly.
+
+The stranger stared in utter amazement--an amazement so frank, so
+unacted, so genuine, that Mr. Grimm was satisfied.
+
+"Did you see a man come out the door?" Mr. Grimm pursued.
+
+"No. Say, young fellow, I guess you've had a little too much to drink,
+haven't you?"
+
+But by that time Mr. Grimm was turning the corner.
+
+
+
+
+V
+
+A VISIT TO THE COUNT
+
+
+The bland serenity of Mr. Campbell's face was disturbed by thin, spidery
+lines of perplexity, and the guileless blue eyes were vacant as he
+stared at the top of his desk. Mr. Grimm was talking.
+
+"From the moment Miss Thorne turned the corner I lost all trace of her,"
+he said. "Either she had an automobile in waiting, or else she was lucky
+enough to find one immediately she came out. She did not return to the
+embassy ball last night--that much is certain." He paused reflectively.
+"She is a guest of Senorita Inez Rodriguez at the Venezuelan legation,"
+he added.
+
+"Yes, I know," his chief nodded.
+
+"I didn't attempt to see her there last night for two reasons," Mr.
+Grimm continued. "First, she can have no possible knowledge of the fact
+that she is suspected, unless perhaps the man who slammed the door--"
+He paused. "Anyway, she will not attempt to leave Washington; I am
+confident of that. Again, it didn't seem wise to me to employ the
+ordinary crude police methods in the case--that is, go to the Venezuelan
+legation and kick up a row."
+
+For a long time Campbell was silent; the perplexed lines still furrowed
+his benevolent forehead.
+
+"The president is very anxious that we get to facts in this reported
+Latin alliance as soon as possible," he said at last, irrelevantly. "He
+mentioned the matter last night, and he has been keeping in constant
+communication with Gault, in Lisbon, who, however, has not been able to
+add materially to the original despatch. Under all the circumstances
+don't you think it would be best for me to relieve you of the
+investigation of this shooting affair so that you can concentrate on
+this greater and more important thing?"
+
+"Will Senor Alvarez die?" asked Mr. Grimm in turn.
+
+"His condition is serious, although the wound is not necessarily fatal,"
+was the reply.
+
+Mr. Grimm arose, stretched his long legs and stood for a little while
+gazing out the window. Finally he turned to his chief:
+
+"What do we know, here in the bureau, about Miss Thorne?"
+
+"Thus far the reports on her are of the usual perfunctory nature," Mr.
+Campbell explained. He drew a card from a pigeonhole of his desk and
+glanced at it. "She arrived in Washington two weeks and two days ago
+from New York, off the _Lusitania_, from Liverpool. She brought some
+sort of an introduction to Count di Rosini, the Italian ambassador, and
+he obtained for her a special invitation to the state ball, which was
+held that night. Until four days ago she was a guest at the Italian
+embassy, but now, as you know, is a guest at the Venezuelan legation.
+Since her arrival here she has been prominently pushed forward into
+society; she has gone everywhere, and been received everywhere in the
+diplomatic set. We have no knowledge of her beyond this."
+
+There was a question in Mr. Grimm's listless eyes as they met those of
+his chief. The same line of thought was running in both their minds,
+born, perhaps, of the association of ideas--Italy as one of three great
+nations known to be in the Latin compact; Prince Benedetto d'Abruzzi, of
+Italy, the secret envoy of three countries; the sudden appearance of
+Miss Thorne at the Italian embassy. And in the mind of the younger man
+there was more than this--a definite knowledge of a message cunningly
+transmitted to Mr. Rankin, of the German embassy, by Miss Thorne there
+in the ball-room.
+
+"Can you imagine--" he asked slowly, "can you imagine a person who would
+be of more value to the Latin governments in Washington right at this
+stage of the negotiations than a brilliant woman agent?"
+
+"I most certainly can not," was the chief's unhesitating response.
+
+"In that case I _don't_ think it would be wise to transfer the
+investigation of the shooting affair to another man," said Mr. Grimm
+emphatically, reverting to his chief's question. "I think, on the
+contrary, we should find out more about Miss Thorne."
+
+"Precisely," Campbell agreed.
+
+"Ask all the great capitals about her--Madrid, Paris and Rome,
+particularly; then, perhaps, London and Berlin and St. Petersburg."
+
+Mr. Campbell thoughtfully scribbled the names of the cities on a slip of
+paper.
+
+"Do you intend to arrest Miss Thorne for the shooting?" he queried.
+
+"I don't know," replied Mr. Grimm frankly. "I don't know," he repeated
+musingly. "If I _do_ arrest her immediately I may cut off a clue which
+will lead to the other affair. I don't know," he concluded.
+
+"Use your own judgment, and bear in mind that a man--_a man_ slammed
+the door in the maid's face."
+
+"I shall not forget him," Mr. Grimm answered. "Now I'm going over to
+talk to Count di Rosini for a while."
+
+The young man went out, thoughtfully tugging at his gloves. The Italian
+ambassador received him with an inquiring uplift of his dark brows.
+
+"I came to make some inquiries in regard to Miss Thorne--Miss Isabel
+Thorne," Mr. Grimm informed him frankly.
+
+The count was surprised, but it didn't appear in his face.
+
+"As I understand it," the young man pursued, "you are sponsor for her in
+Washington?"
+
+The count, evasively diplomatic, born and bred in a school of caution,
+considered the question from every standpoint.
+
+"It may be that I am so regarded," he admitted at last.
+
+"May I inquire if the sponsorship is official, personal, social, or all
+three?" Mr. Grimm continued.
+
+There was silence for a long time.
+
+"I don't see the trend of your questioning," said the ambassador
+finally. "Miss Thorne is worthy of my protection in every way."
+
+"Let's suppose a case," suggested Mr. Grimm blandly. "Suppose Miss
+Thorne had--had, let us say, shot a man, and he was about to die, would
+you feel justified in withdrawing that--that protection, as you call
+it?"
+
+"Such a thing is preposterous!" exclaimed the ambassador. "The utter
+absurdity of such a charge would impel me to offer her every
+assistance."
+
+Mr. Grimm nodded.
+
+"And if it were proved to your satisfaction that she _did_ shoot him?"
+he went on evenly.
+
+The count's lips were drawn together in a straight line.
+
+"Whom, may I ask," he inquired frigidly, "are we supposing that Miss
+Thorne shot?"
+
+"No one, particularly," Mr. Grimm assured him easily. "Just suppose
+that she _had_ shot anybody--me, say, or Senor Alvarez?"
+
+"I can't answer a question so ridiculous as that."
+
+"And suppose we go a little further," Mr. Grimm insisted pleasantly,
+"and assume that you _knew_ she _had_ shot some one, say Senor Alvarez,
+and you _could_ protect her from the consequences, _would_ you?"
+
+"I decline to suppose anything so utterly absurd," was the rejoinder.
+
+Mr. Grimm sat with his elbows on his knees, idly twisting a seal ring on
+his little finger. The searching eyes of the ambassador found his face
+blankly inscrutable.
+
+"Diplomatic representatives in Washington have certain obligations to
+this government," the young man reminded him. "We--that is, the
+government of the United States--undertake to guarantee the personal
+safety of every accredited representative; in return for that
+protection we must insist upon the name and identity of a dangerous
+person who may be known to any foreign representative. Understand,
+please, I'm not asserting that Miss Thorne is a dangerous person. You
+are sponsor for her here. Is she, in every way, worthy of your
+protection?"
+
+"Yes," said the ambassador flatly.
+
+"I can take it, then, that the introduction she brought to you is from a
+person whose position is high enough to insure Miss Thorne's position?"
+
+"That is correct."
+
+"Very well!"
+
+And Mr. Grimm went away.
+
+
+
+
+VI
+
+REVELATIONS
+
+
+Some vague, indefinable shadow darkened Miss Thorne's clear, blue-gray
+eyes, in sharp contrast to the glow of radiant health in her cheeks, as
+she stepped from an automobile in front of the Venezuelan legation, and
+ran lightly up the steps. A liveried servant opened the door.
+
+"A gentleman is waiting for you, Madam," he announced. "His card is here
+on the--"
+
+"I was expecting him," she interrupted.
+
+"Which room, please?"
+
+"The blue room, Madam."
+
+Miss Thorne passed along the hallway which led to a suite of small
+drawing-rooms opening on a garden in the rear, pushed aside the
+portieres, and entered.
+
+"I'm sorry I've kept you--" she began, and then, in a tone of surprise:
+"I beg your pardon."
+
+A gentleman rose and bowed gravely.
+
+"I am Mr. Grimm of the Secret Service," he informed her with frank
+courtesy. "I am afraid you were expecting some one else; I handed my
+card to the footman."
+
+For an instant the blue-gray eyes opened wide in astonishment, and then
+some quick, subtle change swept over Miss Thorne's face. She smiled
+graciously and motioned him to a seat.
+
+"This is quite a different meeting from the one Senorita Rodriguez had
+planned, isn't it?" she asked.
+
+There was a taunting curve on her scarlet lips; the shadow passed from
+her eyes; her slim, white hands lay idle in her lap. Mr. Grimm regarded
+her reflectively. There was a determination of steel back of this
+charming exterior; there was an indomitable will, a keen brain, and all
+of a woman's intuition to reckon with. She was silent, with a
+questioning upward slant of her arched brows.
+
+"I am not mistaken in assuming that you are a secret agent of the
+Italian government, am I?" he queried finally.
+
+"No," she responded readily.
+
+"In that event I may speak with perfect frankness?" he went on. "It
+would be as useless as it would be absurd to approach the matter in any
+other manner?" It was a question.
+
+Miss Thorne was still smiling, but again the vague, indefinable shadow,
+momentarily lifted, darkened her eyes.
+
+"You may be frank, of course," she said pleasantly. "Please go on."
+
+"Senor Alvarez was shot at the German Embassy Ball last night," Mr.
+Grimm told her.
+
+Miss Thorne nodded, as if in wonder.
+
+"Did you, or did you not, shoot him?"
+
+It was quite casual. She received the question without change of
+countenance, but involuntarily she caught her breath. It might have
+been a sigh of relief.
+
+"Why do you come to me with such a query?" she asked in turn.
+
+"I beg your pardon," interposed Mr. Grimm steadily. "Did you, or did you
+not, shoot him?"
+
+"No, of course I didn't shoot him," was the reply. If there was any
+emotion in the tone it was merely impatience. "Why do you come to me?"
+she repeated.
+
+"Why do I come to you?" Mr. Grimm echoed the question, while his
+listless eyes rested on her face. "I will be absolutely frank, as I feel
+sure you would be under the same circumstances." He paused a moment; she
+nodded. "Well, immediately after the shooting you ran along the hallway
+with a revolver in your hand; you ran down the steps into the kitchen,
+and out through the back door, where you entered an automobile. That is
+not conjecture; it is susceptible of proof by eye witnesses."
+
+Miss Thorne rose suddenly with a queer, helpless little gesture of her
+arms, and walked to the window. She stood there for a long time with her
+hands clasped behind her back.
+
+"That brings us to another question," Mr. Grimm continued mercilessly.
+"If you did not shoot Senor Alvarez, do you know who did?"
+
+There was another long pause.
+
+"I want to believe you, Miss Thorne," he supplemented.
+
+She turned quickly with something of defiance in her attitude.
+
+"Yes, I know," she said slowly. "It were useless to deny it."
+
+"Who was it?"
+
+"I won't tell you."
+
+Mr. Grimm leaned forward in his chair, and spoke earnestly.
+
+"Understand, please, that by that answer you assume equal guilt with the
+person who actually did the shooting," he explained. "If you adhere to
+it you compel me to regard you as an accomplice." His questioning took a
+different line.
+
+"Will you explain how the revolver came into your possession?"
+
+"Oh, I--I picked it up in the hallway there," she replied vaguely.
+
+"I want to believe you, Miss Thorne," Mr. Grimm said again.
+
+"You may. I picked it up in the hallway," she repeated. "I saw it lying
+there and picked it up."
+
+"Why that, instead of giving an alarm?"
+
+"No alarm was necessary. The shot itself was an alarm."
+
+"Then why," Mr. Grimm persisted coldly, "did you run along the hallway
+and escape by way of the kitchen? If you did not do the shooting, why
+the necessity of escape, carrying the revolver?"
+
+There was that in the blue-gray eyes which brought Mr. Grimm to his
+feet. His hands gripped each other cruelly; his tone was calm as always.
+
+"Why did you take the revolver?" he asked.
+
+Miss Thorne's head drooped forward a little, and she was silent.
+
+"There are only two possibilities, of course," he went on. "First, that
+you, in spite of your denial, did the shooting."
+
+"I did not!" The words fairly burst from her tightly closed lips.
+
+"Or that you knew the revolver, and took it to save the person, man or
+woman, who fired the shot. I will assume, for the moment, that this is
+correct. Where is the revolver?"
+
+From the adjoining room there came a slight noise, a faint breath of
+sound; or it might have been only an echo of silence. Their eyes were
+fixed each upon the others unwaveringly, with not a flicker to indicate
+that either had heard. After a moment Miss Thorne returned to her chair
+and sat down.
+
+"It's rather a singular situation, isn't it, Mr. Grimm?" she inquired
+irrelevantly. "You, Mr. Grimm of the Secret Service of the United
+States; I, Isabel Thorne, a secret agent of Italy together here, one
+accusing the other of a crime, and perhaps with good reason."
+
+"Where is the revolver?" Mr. Grimm insisted.
+
+"If you were any one else _but_ you! I could not afford to be frank with
+you and--"
+
+"If you had been any one else but _you_ I should have placed you under
+arrest when I entered the room."
+
+She smiled, and inclined her head.
+
+"I understand," she said pleasantly. "For the reason that you are Mr.
+Grimm of the Secret Service I shall tell you the truth. I _did_ take the
+revolver because I knew who had fired the shot. Believe me when I tell
+you that that person did not act with my knowledge or consent. You do
+believe that? You do?" She was pleading, eager to convince him.
+
+After a while Mr. Grimm nodded.
+
+"The revolver is beyond your reach and shall remain so," she resumed.
+"According to your laws I suppose I am an accomplice. That is my
+misfortune. It will in no way alter my determination to keep silent. If
+I am arrested I can't help it." She studied his face with hopeful eyes.
+"Am I to be arrested?"
+
+"Where is the paper that was taken from Senor Alvarez immediately after
+he was shot?" Mr. Grimm queried.
+
+"I don't know," she replied frankly.
+
+"As I understand it, then, the motive for the shooting was to obtain
+possession of that paper? For your government?"
+
+"The individual who shot Senor Alvarez _did_ obtain the paper, yes. And
+now, please, am I to be arrested?"
+
+"And just what was the purpose, may I inquire, of the message you
+telegraphed with your fan in the ball-room?"
+
+"You read that?" exclaimed Miss Thorne in mock astonishment. "You read
+that?"
+
+"And the man who read that message? Perhaps he shot the senor?"
+
+"Perhaps," she taunted.
+
+For a long time Mr. Grimm stood staring at her, staring, staring. She,
+too, rose, and faced him quietly.
+
+"Am I to be arrested?" she asked again.
+
+"Why do you make me do it?" he demanded.
+
+"That is my affair."
+
+Mr. Grimm laid a hand upon her arm, a hand that had never known
+nervousness. A moment longer he stared, and then:
+
+"Madam, you are my prisoner for the attempted murder of Senor Alvarez!"
+
+The rings on the portieres behind him clicked sharply, and the draperies
+parted. Mr. Grimm stood motionless, with his hand on Miss Thorne's arm.
+
+"You were inquiring a moment ago for a revolver," came in a man's voice.
+"Here it is!"
+
+Mr. Grimm found himself inspecting the weapon from the barrel end. After
+a moment his glance shifted to the blazing eyes of the man who held
+it--a young man, rather slight, with clean-cut, aristocratic features,
+and of the pronounced Italian type.
+
+[Illustration: He found himself inspecting the weapon from the barrel
+end.]
+
+"My God!" The words came from Miss Thorne's lips almost in a scream.
+"Don't--!"
+
+"I did make some inquiries about a revolver, yes," Mr. Grimm interrupted
+quietly. "Is this the one?"
+
+He raised his hand quite casually, and his fingers closed like steel
+around the weapon. Behind his back Miss Thorne made some quick emphatic
+gesture, and the new-comer released the revolver.
+
+"I shall ask you, please, to free Miss Thorne," he requested
+courteously. "I shot Senor Alvarez. I, too, am a secret agent of the
+Italian government, willing and able to defend myself. Miss Thorne has
+told you the truth; she had nothing whatever to do with it. She took the
+weapon and escaped because it was mine. Here is the paper that was taken
+from Senor Alvarez," and he offered a sealed envelope. "I have read it;
+it is not what I expected. You may return it to Senor Alvarez with my
+compliments."
+
+After a moment Mr. Grimm's hand fell away from Miss Thorne's arm, and
+he regarded the new-comer with an interest in which admiration, even,
+played a part.
+
+"Your name?" he asked finally.
+
+"Pietro Petrozinni," was the ready reply. "As I say, I accept all
+responsibility."
+
+A few minutes later Mr. Grimm and his prisoner passed out of the
+legation side by side, and strolled down the street together, in
+amicable conversation. Half an hour later Senor Alvarez identified
+Pietro Petrozinni as the man who shot him; and the maid servant
+expressed a belief that he was the man who slammed the door in her face.
+
+
+
+
+VII
+
+THE SIGNAL
+
+
+"And the original question remains unanswered," remarked Mr. Campbell.
+
+"The original question?" repeated Mr. Grimm.
+
+"_Where_ is Prince Benedetto d'Abruzzi, the secret envoy?" his chief
+reminded him.
+
+"I wonder!" mused the young man.
+
+"If the Latin compact is signed in the United States--?"
+
+"The Latin compact will _not_ be signed in the United States," Mr. Grimm
+interrupted. And then, after a moment: "Have we received any further
+reports on Miss Thorne? I mean reports from our foreign agents?"
+
+The chief shook his head.
+
+"Inevitably, by some act or word, she will lead us to the prince,"
+declared Mr. Grimm, "and the moment he is known to us everything becomes
+plain sailing. We know she _is_ a secret agent--I expected a denial, but
+she was quite frank about it. And I had no intention whatever of placing
+her under arrest. I knew some one was in the adjoining room because of a
+slight noise in there, and I knew she knew it. She raised her voice a
+little, obviously for the benefit of whoever was there. From that point
+everything I said and did was to compel that person, whoever it was, to
+show himself."
+
+His chief nodded, understandingly. Mr. Grimm was silent for a little,
+then went on:
+
+"The last possibility in my mind at that moment," he confessed, "was
+that the person in there was the man who shot Senor Alvarez. Frankly I
+had half an idea that--that it might be the prince in person." Suddenly
+his mood changed: "And now our lady of mystery may come and go as she
+likes because I know, even if a dozen of our men have ransacked
+Washington in vain for the prince, she will inevitably lead us to him.
+And that reminds me: I should like to borrow Blair, and Hastings, and
+Johnson. Please plant them so they may keep constant watch on Miss
+Thorne. Let them report to you, and, wherever I am, I will reach you
+over the 'phone."
+
+"By the way, what was in that sealed packet that was taken from Senor
+Alvarez?" Campbell inquired curiously.
+
+"It had something to do with some railroad franchises," responded Mr.
+Grimm as he rose. "I sealed it again and returned it to the senor.
+Evidently it was not what Signor Petrozinni expected to find--in fact,
+he admitted it wasn't what he was looking for."
+
+For a little while the two men gazed thoughtfully, each into the eyes of
+the other, then Mr. Grimm entered his private office where he sat for an
+hour with his immaculate boots on his desk, thinking. A world-war--he
+had been thrust forward by his government to prevent it--subtle
+blue-gray eyes--his Highness, Prince Benedetto d'Abruzzi--a haunting
+smile and scarlet lips.
+
+At about the moment he rose to go out, Miss Thorne, closely veiled, left
+the Venezuelan legation and walked rapidly down the street to a corner,
+where, without a word, she entered a waiting automobile. The wheels spun
+and the car leaped forward. For a mile or more it wound aimlessly in and
+out, occasionally bisecting its own path; finally Miss Thorne leaned
+forward and touched the chauffeur on the arm.
+
+"Now!" she said.
+
+The car straightened out into a street of stately residences and
+scuttled along until the placid bosom of the Potomac came into view;
+beside that for a few minutes, then over the bridge to the Virginia
+side, in the dilapidated little city of Alexandria. The car did not
+slacken its speed, but wound in and out through dingy streets, past
+tumble-down negro huts, for half an hour before it came to a standstill
+in front of an old brick mansion.
+
+"This is number ninety-seven," the chauffeur announced.
+
+Miss Thorne entered the house with a key and was gone for ten minutes,
+perhaps. She was readjusting her veil when she came out and stepped into
+the car silently. Again it moved forward, on to the end of the dingy
+street, and finally into the open country. Three, four, five miles,
+perhaps, out the old Baltimore Road, and again the car stopped, this
+time in front of an ancient colonial farm-house.
+
+Outwardly the place seemed to be deserted. The blinds, battered and
+stripped of paint by wind and rain, were all closed, and one corner of
+the small veranda had crumbled away from age and neglect. A narrow path,
+strewn with pine needles, led tortuously up to the door. In the rear of
+the house, rising from an old barn, a thin pole with a cup-like
+attachment at the apex, thrust its point into the open above the dense,
+odorous pines. It appeared to be a wireless mast. Miss Thorne passed
+around the house, and entered the barn.
+
+A man came forward and kissed her--a thin, little man of indeterminate
+age--drying his hands on a piece of cotton waste. His face was pale with
+the pallor of one who knows little outdoor life, his eyes deep-set and
+a-glitter with some feverish inward fire, and the thin lips were pressed
+together in a sharp line. Behind him was a long bench on which were
+scattered tools of various sorts, fantastically shaped chemical
+apparatus, two or three electric batteries of odd sizes, and ranged
+along one end of it, in a row, were a score or more metal spheroids, a
+shade larger than a one-pound shell. From somewhere in the rear came the
+clatter of a small gasoline engine, and still farther away was an
+electric dynamo.
+
+"Is the test arranged, Rosa?" the little man queried eagerly in Italian.
+
+"The date is not fixed yet," she replied in the same language. "It will
+be, I hope, within the next two weeks. And then--"
+
+"Fame and fortune for both of us," he interrupted with quick enthusiasm.
+"Ah, Rosa, I have worked and waited so long for this, and now it will
+come, and with it the dominion of the world again by our country. How
+will I know when the date is fixed? It would not be well to write me
+here."
+
+My lady of mystery stroked the slender, nervous hand caressingly, and a
+great affection shone in the blue-gray eyes.
+
+"At eight o'clock on the night of the test," she explained, still
+speaking Italian, "a single light will appear at the apex of the capitol
+dome in Washington. That is the signal agreed upon; it can be seen by
+all in the city, and is visible here from the window of your bedroom."
+
+"Yes, yes," he exclaimed. The feverish glitter in his eyes deepened.
+
+"If there is a fog, of course you will not attempt the test," she went
+on.
+
+"No, not in a fog," he put in quickly. "It must be clear."
+
+"And if it is clear you can see the light in the dome without
+difficulty."
+
+"And all your plans are working out well?"
+
+"Yes. And yours?"
+
+"I don't think there is any question but that both England and the
+United States will buy. Do you know what it means? Do you know what it
+means?" He was silent a moment, his hands working nervously. Then, with
+an effort: "And his Highness?"
+
+"His Highness is safe." The subtle eyes grew misty, thoughtful for a
+moment, then cleared again. "He is safe," she repeated.
+
+"Mexico and Venezuela were--?" he began.
+
+"We don't know, yet, what they will do. The Venezuelan answer is locked
+in the safe at the legation; I will know what it is within forty-eight
+hours." She was silent a little. "Our difficulty now, our greatest
+difficulty, is the hostility of the French ambassador to the compact.
+His government has not yet notified him of the presence of Prince
+d'Abruzzi; he does not believe in the feasibility of the plan, and we
+have to--to proceed to extremes to prevent him working against us."
+
+"But they _must_ see the incalculable advantages to follow upon such a
+compact, with the vast power that will be given to them over the whole
+earth by this." He indicated the long, littered work-table. "They _must_
+see it."
+
+"They will see it, Luigi," said Miss Thorne gently. "And now, how are
+you? Are you well? Are you comfortable? It's such a dreary old place
+here."
+
+"I suppose so," he replied, and he met the solicitous blue-gray eyes for
+an instant. "Yes, I am quite comfortable," he added. "I have no time to
+be otherwise with all the work I must do. It will mean so much!"
+
+They were both silent for a time. Finally Miss Thorne walked over to the
+long table and curiously lifted one of the spheroids. It was a sinister
+looking thing, nickeled, glittering. At one end of it was a delicate,
+vibratory apparatus, not unlike the transmitter of a telephone, and the
+other end was threaded, as if the spheroid was made as an attachment to
+some other device.
+
+"With that we control the world!" exclaimed the man triumphantly. "And
+it's mine, Rosa, mine!"
+
+"It's wonderful!" she mused softly. "Wonderful! And now I must go. I may
+not see you again until after the test, because I shall be watched and
+followed wherever I go. If I get an opportunity I shall reach you by
+telephone, but not even that unless it is necessary. There is always
+danger, always danger!" she repeated thoughtfully. She was thinking of
+Mr. Grimm.
+
+"I understand," said the man simply.
+
+"And look out for the signal--the light in the apex of the capitol
+dome," she went on. "I understand the night must be perfectly clear; and
+_you_ understand that the test is to be made promptly at three o'clock
+by your chronometer?"
+
+"At three o'clock," he repeated.
+
+For a moment they stood with their arms around each other, then tenderly
+his visitor kissed him, and went out. He remained looking after her
+vacantly until the chug-chug of her automobile, as it moved off down the
+road, was lost in the distance, then turned again to the long
+work-table.
+
+
+
+
+VIII
+
+MISS THORNE AND NOT MISS THORNE
+
+
+From a pleasant, wide-open bay-window of her apartments on the second
+floor, Miss Thorne looked out upon the avenue with inscrutable eyes.
+Behind the closely drawn shutters of another bay-window, farther down
+the avenue, on the corner, she knew a man named Hastings was hiding; she
+knew that for an hour or more he had been watching her as she wrote. In
+the other direction, in a house near the corner, another man named Blair
+was similarly ensconced, and he, too, had been watching as she wrote.
+There should be a third man, Johnson. Miss Thorne curiously studied the
+face of each passer-by, seeking therein something to remember.
+
+She sat at the little mahogany desk and a note with the ink yet wet
+upon it lay face up before her. It was addressed to Signor Pietro
+Petrozinni in the district prison, and read:
+
+"My Dear Friend:
+
+"I have been waiting to write you with the hope that I could report
+Senor Alvarez out of danger, but his condition, I regret to say, remains
+unchanged. Shall I send an attorney to you? Would you like a book of any
+kind? Or some delicacy sent in from a restaurant? Can I be of any
+service to you in any way? If I can please drop me a line.
+
+"Sincerely,
+
+"Isabel Thorne."
+
+At last she rose and standing in the window read the note over, folded
+it, placed it in an envelope and sealed it. A maid came in answer to her
+ring, and there at the window, under the watchful eyes of Blair and
+Hastings--and, perhaps, Johnson--she handed the note to the maid with
+instructions to mail it immediately. Two minutes later she saw the maid
+go out along the avenue to a post-box on the corner.
+
+Then she drew back into the shadow of the room, slipped on a
+dark-colored wrap, and, standing away from the window, safe beyond the
+reach of prying eyes, waited patiently for the postman. He appeared
+about five o'clock and simultaneously another man turned the corner near
+the post-box and spoke to him. Then, together, they disappeared from
+view around the corner.
+
+"So that's Johnson, is it?" mused Miss Thorne, and she smiled a little.
+"Mr. Grimm certainly pays me the compliment of having me carefully
+watched."
+
+A few minutes later she dropped into the seat at the desk again. The
+dark wrap had been thrown aside and Hastings and Blair from their
+hiding-places could see her distinctly. After a while they saw her rise
+quickly, as an automobile turned into the avenue, and lean toward the
+window eagerly looking out. The car came to a standstill in front of the
+legation, and Mr. Cadwallader, an under-secretary of the British
+embassy, who was alone in the car, raised his cap. She nodded and
+smiled, then disappeared in the shadows of the room again.
+
+Mr. Cadwallader went to the door, spoke to the servant there, then
+returned and busied himself about the car. Hastings and Blair watched
+intently both the door and the window for a long time; finally a closely
+veiled and muffled figure appeared at the bay-window, and waved a gloved
+hand at Mr. Cadwallader, who again lifted his cap. A minute later the
+veiled woman came out of the front door, shook hands with Mr.
+Cadwallader, and got in the car. He also climbed in, and the car moved
+slowly away.
+
+Simultaneously the front door of the house on the corner, where Hastings
+had been hiding, and the front door of the house near the corner, where
+Blair had been hiding, opened and two heads peered out. As the car
+approached Hastings' hiding-place he withdrew into the hallway; but
+Blair came out and hurried past the legation in the direction of the
+rapidly disappearing motor. Hastings joined him; they spoke together,
+then turned the corner.
+
+It was about ten o'clock that night when Hastings reported to Mr.
+Campbell at his home.
+
+"We followed the car in a rented automobile from the time it turned the
+corner, out through Alexandria, and along the old Baltimore Road into
+the city of Baltimore," he explained. "It was dark by the time we
+reached Alexandria, but we stuck to the car ahead, running without
+lights until we came in sight of Druid Hill Park, and then we had to
+show lights or be held up. We covered those forty miles going in less
+than two hours.
+
+"After the car passed Druid Hill it slowed up a little, and ran off the
+turnpike into North Avenue, then into North Charles Street, and slowly
+along that as if they were looking for a number. At last it stopped and
+Miss Thorne got out and entered a house. She was gone for more than half
+an hour, leaving Mr. Cadwallader with the car. While she was gone I made
+some inquiries and learned that the house was occupied by a Mr. Thomas
+Q. Griswold. I don't know anything else about him; Blair may have
+learned something.
+
+"Now comes the curious part of it," and Hastings looked a little
+sheepish. "When Miss Thorne came out of the house she was not Miss
+Thorne at all--_she was Senorita Inez Rodriguez_, daughter of the
+Venezuelan minister. She wore the same clothing Miss Thorne had worn
+going, but her veil was lifted. Veiled and all muffled up one would have
+taken oath it was the same woman. She and Cadwallader are back in
+Washington now, or are coming. That's all, except Blair is still in
+Baltimore, awaiting orders. I caught the train from the Charles Street
+station and came back. Johnson, you know--"
+
+"Yes, I've seen Johnson," interrupted Campbell. "Are you absolutely
+positive that the woman you saw get into the automobile with Mr.
+Cadwallader was Miss Thorne?"
+
+"Absolutely," replied Hastings without hesitation. "I saw her in her
+own room with her wraps on, then saw her come down and get into the
+car."
+
+"That's all," said the chief. "Good night." For an hour or more he sat
+in a great, comfortable chair in the smoking-room of his own home, the
+guileless blue eyes vacant, staring, and spidery lines in the benevolent
+forehead.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+On the morning of the second day following, Senor Rodriguez, the
+minister from Venezuela, reported to the Secret Service Bureau the
+disappearance of fifty thousand dollars in gold from a safe in his
+private office at the legation.
+
+
+
+
+IX
+
+FIFTY THOUSAND DOLLARS
+
+
+Mr. Campbell was talking.
+
+"For several months past," he said, "the International Investment
+Company, through its representative, Mr. Cressy, has been secretly
+negotiating with Senor Rodriguez for certain asphalt properties in
+Venezuela. Three days ago these negotiations were successfully
+concluded, and yesterday afternoon Mr. Cressy, in secret, paid to Senor
+Rodriguez, fifty thousand dollars in American gold, the first of four
+payments of similar sums. This gold was to have been shipped to
+Philadelphia by express to-day to catch a steamer for Venezuela." Mr.
+Grimm nodded.
+
+"The fact that this gold was in Senor Rodriguez's possession could not
+have been known to more than half a dozen persons, as the negotiations
+throughout have been in strict secrecy," and Mr. Campbell smiled
+benignly. "So much! Now, Senor Rodriguez has just telephoned asking that
+I send a man to the legation at once. The gold was kept there over
+night; or perhaps I should say that the senor intended to keep it there
+over night." Mr. Campbell stared at Mr. Grimm for a moment, then: "Miss
+Thorne, you know, is a guest at the legation, that is why I am referring
+the matter to you."
+
+"I understand," said Mr. Grimm.
+
+And ten minutes later Mr. Grimm presented himself to Senor Rodriguez.
+The minister from Venezuela, bubbling with excitement, was pacing forth
+and back across his office, ruffling his gray-black hair with nervous,
+twining fingers. Mr. Grimm sat down.
+
+"Senor," he inquired placidly, "fifty thousand dollars in gold would
+weigh nearly two hundred pounds, wouldn't it?"
+
+Senor Rodriguez stared at him blankly.
+
+"_Si, Senor_," he agreed absently. And then, in English: "Yes, I should
+imagine so."
+
+"Well, was all of it stolen, or only a part of it?" Mr. Grimm went on.
+
+The minister gazed into the listless eyes for a time, then, apparently
+bewildered, walked forth and back across the room again. Finally he sat
+down.
+
+"All of it," he admitted. "I can't understand it. No one, not a soul in
+this house, except myself, knew it was here."
+
+"In addition to this weight of, say two hundred pounds, fifty thousand
+dollars would make considerable bulk," mused Mr. Grimm. "Very well!
+Therefore it would appear that the person, or persons, who got it must
+have gone away from here heavily laden?"
+
+Senor Rodriguez nodded.
+
+"And now, Senor," Mr. Grimm continued, "if you will kindly state the
+circumstances immediately preceding and following the theft?"
+
+A slight frown which had been growing upon the smooth brow of the
+diplomatist was instantly dissipated.
+
+"The money--fifty thousand dollars in gold coin--was paid to me
+yesterday afternoon about four o'clock," he began slowly, in
+explanation.
+
+"By Mr. Cressy of the International Investment Company," supplemented
+Mr. Grimm. "Yes. Go on."
+
+The diplomatist favored the young man with one sharp, inquiring glance,
+and continued:
+
+"The gentleman who paid the money remained here from four until nine
+o'clock while I, personally, counted it. As I counted it I placed it in
+canvas bags and when he had gone I took these bags from this room into
+that," he indicated a closed door to his right, "and personally stowed
+them away in the safe. I closed and locked the door of the safe myself;
+I _know_ that it _was_ locked. And that's all, except this morning the
+money was gone--every dollar of it."
+
+"Safe blown?" inquired Mr. Grimm.
+
+"No, Senor!" exclaimed the diplomatist with sudden violence. "No, the
+safe was not blown! It was _closed and locked_, exactly as I had left
+it!"
+
+Mr. Grimm was idly twisting the seal ring on his little finger.
+
+"Just as I left it!" Senor Rodriguez repeated excitedly. "Last night
+after I locked the safe door I tried it to make certain that it _was_
+locked. I happened to notice then that the pointer on the dial had
+stopped precisely at number forty-five. This morning, when I unlocked
+the safe--and, of course, I didn't know then that the money had been
+taken--the pointer was still at number forty-five."
+
+He paused with one hand in the air; Mr. Grimm continued to twist the
+seal ring.
+
+"It was all like--like some trick on the stage," the minister went on,
+"like the magician's disappearing lady, or--or--! It was as though I had
+not put the money into the safe at all!"
+
+"Did you?" inquired Mr. Grimm amiably.
+
+"Did I?" blazed Senor Rodriguez. "Why, Senor--! I did!" he concluded
+meekly.
+
+Mr. Grimm believed him.
+
+"Who else knows the combination of the safe?" he queried.
+
+"No one, Senor--not a living soul."
+
+"Your secretary, for instance?"
+
+"Not even my secretary."
+
+"Some servant--some member of your family?"
+
+"I tell you, Senor, not one person in all the world knew that
+combination except myself," Senor Rodriguez insisted.
+
+"Your secretary--a servant--some member of your family might have seen
+you unlock the safe some time, and thus learned the combination?"
+
+Senor Rodriguez did not quite know whether to be annoyed at Mr. Grimm's
+persistence, or to admire the tenacity with which he held to this one
+point.
+
+"You must understand, Senor Grimm, that many state documents are kept
+in the safe," he said finally, "therefore it is not advisable that any
+one should know the combination. I have made it an absolute rule, as did
+my predecessors here, never to unlock the safe in the presence of
+another person."
+
+"State documents!" Mr. Grimm's lips silently repeated the words. Then
+aloud: "Perhaps there's a record of the combination somewhere? If you
+had died suddenly, for instance, how would the safe have been opened?"
+
+"There would have been only one way, Senor--blow it open. There is no
+record."
+
+"Well, if we accept all that as true," observed Mr. Grimm musingly, "it
+would seem that you either didn't put the money into the safe at all,
+or--please sit down, there's nothing personal in this--or else the money
+was taken out of the safe without it being unlocked. This last would
+have been a miracle, and this is not the day of miracles, therefore--!"
+
+Mr. Grimm's well modulated voice trailed off into silence. Senor
+Rodriguez came to his feet with a blaze of anger in his eyes; Mr. Grimm
+was watching him curiously.
+
+"I understand then, Senor," said the minister deliberately, "that you
+believe that I--!"
+
+"I believe that you have told the truth," interrupted Mr. Grimm
+placidly, "that is the truth so far as you know it. But you have stated
+one thing in error. Somebody besides yourself _does_ know the
+combination. Whether they knew it or not at this time yesterday I can't
+say, but somebody knows it now."
+
+Senor Rodriguez drew a deep breath of relief. The implied accusation had
+been withdrawn as pleasantly and frankly as it had been put forward.
+
+"I ran across a chap in New York once, for instance," Mr. Grimm took the
+trouble to explain, "who could unlock any safe--that is, any safe of the
+kind used at that time--twelve or fourteen years ago. So you see. I
+doubt if he would be so successful with the new models, with all their
+improvements, but then--! You know he would have made an ideal burglar,
+that chap. Now, Senor, who lives here in the legation with you?"
+
+"My secretary, Senor Diaz, my daughter Inez, and just at the moment, a
+Miss Thorne--Miss Isabel Thorne," the senor informed him. "Also four
+servants--two men and two women."
+
+"I've had the pleasure of meeting your daughter and Miss Thorne," Mr.
+Grimm informed him. "Now, suppose we take a look at the safe?"
+
+"Certainly."
+
+Senor Rodriguez started toward the closed door just as there came a
+timid knock from the hall. He glanced at Mr. Grimm, who nodded, then he
+called:
+
+"Come in!"
+
+The door opened, and Miss Thorne entered. She was clad in some filmy,
+gossamer-like morning gown with her radiant hair caught up on her white
+neck. At sight of Mr. Grimm the blue-gray eyes opened as if in
+surprise, and she paused irresolutely.
+
+"I beg your pardon, Senor," she said, addressing the diplomatist. "I did
+not know you were engaged. And Mr. Grimm!" She extended a slim, white
+hand, and the young man bowed low over it. "We are old friends," she
+explained, smilingly, to the minister. Then: "I think I must have
+dropped my handkerchief when I was in here yesterday with Inez. Perhaps
+you found it?"
+
+"_Si, Senorita_," replied Senor Rodriguez gallantly. "It is on my desk
+in here. Just a moment."
+
+He opened the door and passed into the adjoining room. Mr. Grimm's eyes
+met those of Miss Isabel Thorne, and there was no listlessness in them
+now, only interest. She smiled at him tauntingly and lowered her lids.
+Senor Rodriguez appeared from the other room with the handkerchief.
+
+"_Mil gracias, Senor_," she thanked him.
+
+"_No hay de que, Senorita_," he returned, as he opened the door for
+her.
+
+"_Monsieur Grimm, au revoir_!" She dropped a little curtsey, and still
+smiling, went out.
+
+"She is charming, Senor," the diplomatist assured him enthusiastically,
+albeit irrelevantly. "Such vivacity, such personality, such--such--she
+is charming."
+
+"The safe, please," Mr. Grimm reminded him.
+
+
+
+
+X
+
+A SAFE OPENING
+
+
+Together they entered the adjoining room, which was small compared to
+the one they had just left. Senor Rodriguez used it as a private office.
+His desk was on their right between two windows overlooking the same
+pleasant little garden which was visible from the suite of tiny
+drawing-rooms farther along. The safe, a formidable looking receptacle
+of black enameled steel, stood at their left, closed and locked. The
+remaining wall space of the room was given over to oak cabinets,
+evidently a storage place for the less important legation papers.
+
+"Has any one besides yourself been in this room to-day?" Mr. Grimm
+inquired.
+
+"Not a soul, Senor," was the reply.
+
+Mr. Grimm went over and examined the windows. They were both locked
+inside; and there were no marks of any sort on the sills.
+
+"They are just as I left them last night," explained Senor Rodriguez. "I
+have not touched them to-day."
+
+"And there's only one door," mused Mr. Grimm, meaning that by which they
+had entered. "So it would appear that whoever was here last night
+entered through that room. Very well."
+
+He walked around the room once, opening and shutting the doors of the
+cabinets as he passed, and finally paused in front of the safe. A brief
+examination of the nickeled dial and handle and of the enameled edges of
+the heavy door satisfied him that no force had been employed--the safe
+had merely been unlocked. Whereupon he sat himself down, cross-legged on
+the floor, in front of it.
+
+"What are the first and second figures of the combination?" he asked.
+
+"Thirty-six, then back to ten."
+
+Mr. Grimm set the dial at thirty-six, and then, with his ear pressed
+closely against the polished door, turned the dial slowly back. Senor
+Rodriguez stood looking on helplessly, but none the less intently. The
+pointer read ten, then nine, eight, seven, five. Mr. Grimm gazed at it
+thoughtfully, after which he did it all over again, placidly and without
+haste.
+
+"Now, we'll look inside, please," he requested, rising.
+
+Senor Rodriguez unlocked the safe the while Mr. Grimm respectfully
+turned his eyes away, then pulled the door wide open. The books had been
+piled one on top of another and thrust into various pigeonholes at the
+top. Mr. Grimm understood that this disorder was the result of making
+room at the bottom for the bulk of gold, and asked no questions.
+Instead, he sat down upon the floor again.
+
+"The lock on this private compartment at the top is broken," he remarked
+after a moment.
+
+"_Si, Senor_," the diplomatist agreed. "Evidently the robbers were not
+content with only fifty thousand dollars in gold--they imagined that
+something else of value was hidden there."
+
+"Was there?" asked Mr. Grimm naively. He didn't look around.
+
+"Nothing of monetary value," the senor explained. "There were some
+important state papers in there--they are there yet--but no money."
+
+"None of the papers was stolen?"
+
+"No, Senor. There were only nine packets--they are there yet."
+
+"Contents all right?"
+
+"Yes. I personally looked them over."
+
+Mr. Grimm drew out the packets of papers, one by one. They were all
+unsealed save the last. When he reached for that, Senor Rodriguez made a
+quick, involuntary motion toward it with his hand.
+
+"This one's sealed," commented Mr. Grimm. "It doesn't happen that you
+opened it and sealed it again?"
+
+Senor Rodriguez stood staring at him blankly for a moment, then some
+sudden apprehension was aroused, for a startled look came into his eyes,
+and again he reached for the packet.
+
+"_Dios mio_!" he exclaimed, "let me see, Senor."
+
+"Going to open it?" asked Mr. Grimm.
+
+"Yes, Senor. I had not thought of it before."
+
+Mr. Grimm rose and walked over to the window where the light was better.
+He scrutinized the sealed packet closely. There were three red splotches
+of wax upon it, each impressed with the legation seal; the envelope was
+without marks otherwise. He turned and twisted it aimlessly, and peered
+curiously at the various seals, after which he handed it to the frankly
+impatient diplomatist.
+
+Senor Rodriguez opened it, with nervous, twitching fingers. Mr. Grimm
+had turned toward the safe again, but he heard the crackle of parchment
+as some document was drawn out of the envelope, and then came a deep
+sigh of relief. Having satisfied his sudden fears for the safety of the
+paper, whatever it was, the senor placed it in another envelope and
+sealed it again with elaborate care. Mr. Grimm dropped into the swivel
+chair at the desk.
+
+"Senor," he inquired pleasantly, "your daughter and Miss Thorne were in
+this room yesterday afternoon?"
+
+"Yes," replied the diplomatist as if surprised at the question.
+
+"What time, please?"
+
+"About three o'clock. They were going out driving. Why?"
+
+"And just where, please, did you find that handkerchief?" continued Mr.
+Grimm.
+
+"Handkerchief?" repeated the diplomatist. "You mean Miss Thorne's
+handkerchief?" He paused and regarded Mr. Grimm keenly. "Senor, what am
+I to understand from that question?"
+
+"It was plain enough," replied Mr. Grimm. "Where did you find that
+handkerchief?" There was silence for an instant. "In this room?"
+
+"Yes," replied Senor Rodriguez at last.
+
+"Near the safe?" Mr. Grimm persisted.
+
+"Yes," came the slow reply, again. "Just here," and he indicated a spot
+a little to the left of the safe.
+
+"And _when_ did you find it? Yesterday afternoon? Last night? This
+morning?"
+
+"This morning," and without any apparent reason the diplomatist's face
+turned deathly white.
+
+"But, Senor--Senor, you are mistaken! There can be nothing--! A woman!
+Two hundred pounds of gold! Senor!"
+
+Mr. Grimm was still pleasant about it; his curiosity was absolutely
+impersonal; his eyes, grown listless again, were turned straight into
+the other's face.
+
+"If that handkerchief had been there last night, Senor," he resumed
+quietly, "wouldn't you have noticed it when you placed the gold in the
+safe?"
+
+Senor Rodriguez stared at him a long time.
+
+"I don't know," he said, at last. He dropped back into a chair with his
+face in his hands. "Senor," he burst out suddenly, impetuously, after a
+moment, "if the gold is not recovered I am ruined. You understand that
+better than I can tell you. It's the kind of thing that could not be
+explained to my government." He rose suddenly and faced the impassive
+young man, with merciless determination in his face. "You must find the
+gold, Senor," he said.
+
+"No matter who may be--who may suffer?" inquired Mr. Grimm.
+
+"Find the gold, Senor!"
+
+"Very well," commented Mr. Grimm, without moving. "Do me the favor,
+please, to regain possession of the handkerchief you just returned to
+Miss Thorne, and to send to me here your secretary, Senor Diaz, and your
+servants, one by one. I shall question them alone. No, don't be alarmed.
+Unless they know of the robbery they shall get no inkling of it from me.
+First, be good enough to replace the packet in the safe, and lock it."
+
+Senor Rodriguez replaced the packet without question, afterward locking
+the door, then went out. A moment later Senor Diaz appeared. He remained
+with Mr. Grimm for just eight minutes. Senor Rodriguez entered again as
+his secretary passed on, and laid a lace handkerchief on the desk. Mr.
+Grimm stared at it curiously for a long time.
+
+"It's the same handkerchief?"
+
+"_Si, Senor_."
+
+"There's no doubt whatever about it?"
+
+"No, Senor, I got it by--!"
+
+"It's of no consequence," interrupted Mr. Grimm. "Now the servants,
+please--the men first."
+
+The first of the men servants was in the room two minutes; the
+second--the butler--was there five minutes; one of the women was not
+questioned at all; the other remained ten minutes. Mr. Grimm followed
+her into the hall; Senor Rodriguez stood there helpless, impatient.
+
+"Well?" he demanded eagerly.
+
+"I'm going out a little while," replied Mr. Grimm placidly. "No one has
+even an intimation of the affair--please keep the matter absolutely to
+yourself until I return."
+
+That was all. The door opened and closed, and he was gone.
+
+At the end of an hour he returned, passed on through to the
+diplomatist's private office, sat down in front of the locked safe
+again, and set the dial at thirty-six. Senor Rodriguez looked on,
+astonished, as Mr. Grimm pressed the soft rubber sounder of a
+stethoscope against the safe door and began turning the dial back toward
+ten, slowly, slowly. Thirty-five minutes later the lock clicked. Mr.
+Grimm rose, turned the handle, and pulled the safe door open.
+
+"That's how it was done," he explained to the amazed diplomatist. "And
+now, please, have a servant hand my card to Miss Thorne."
+
+
+
+
+XI
+
+THE LACE HANDKERCHIEF
+
+
+Still wearing the graceful, filmy morning gown, with an added touch, of
+scarlet in her hair--a single red rose--Miss Thorne came into the
+drawing-room where Mr. Grimm sat waiting. There was curiosity in her
+manner, thinly veiled, but the haunting smile still lingered about her
+lips. Mr. Grimm bowed low, and placed a chair for her, after which he
+stood for a time staring down at one slim, white hand at rest on the arm
+of the seat. At last, he, too, sat down.
+
+"I believe," he said slowly, without preliminaries, "this is your
+handkerchief?"
+
+He offered the lacy trifle, odd in design, unique in workmanship,
+obviously of foreign texture, and she accepted it.
+
+"Yes," she agreed readily, "I must have dropped it again."
+
+"That is the one handed to you by Senor Rodriguez," Mr. Grimm told her.
+"I think you said you lost it in his office yesterday afternoon?"
+
+"Yes?" She nodded inquiringly.
+
+"It may interest you to know that Senor Rodriguez's butler positively
+identifies it as one he restored to you twice at dinner last evening,
+between seven and nine o'clock," Mr. Grimm went on dispassionately.
+
+"Indeed!" exclaimed Miss Thorne.
+
+"The senor identifies it as one he found this morning in his office,"
+Mr. Grimm explained obligingly. "During the night fifty thousand dollars
+in gold were stolen from his safe."
+
+There was not the slightest change of expression in her face; the
+blue-gray eyes were still inquiring in their gaze, the white hands still
+at rest, the scarlet lips still curled slightly, an echo of a smile.
+
+"No force was used in opening the safe," Mr. Grimm resumed. "It was
+unlocked. It's an old model and I have demonstrated how it could have
+been opened either with the assistance of a stethoscope, which catches
+the sound of the tumbler in the lock, or by a person of acute hearing."
+
+Miss Thorne sat motionless, waiting.
+
+"All this means--what?" she inquired, at length.
+
+"I'll trouble you, please, to return the money," requested Mr. Grimm
+courteously. "No reason appears why you should have taken it. But I'm
+not seeking reasons, nor am I seeking disagreeable publicity--only the
+money."
+
+"It seems to me you attach undue importance to the handkerchief," she
+objected.
+
+"That's a matter of opinion," Mr. Grimm remarked. "It would be useless,
+even tedious, to attempt to disprove a burglar theory, but against it is
+the difficulty of entrance, the weight of the gold, the ingenious method
+of opening the safe, and the assumption that not more than six persons
+knew the money was in the safe; while a person in the house _might_ have
+learned it in any of a dozen ways. And, in addition, is the fact that
+the handkerchief is odd, therefore noticeable. A lace expert assures me
+there's probably not another like it in the world."
+
+He stopped. Miss Thorne's eyes sparkled and a smile seemed to be tugging
+at the corners of her mouth. She spread out the handkerchief on her
+knees.
+
+"You could identify this again, of course?" she queried.
+
+"Yes."
+
+She thoughtfully crumpled up the bit of lace in both hands, then opened
+them. There were two handkerchiefs now--they were identical.
+
+"Which is it, please?" she asked.
+
+If Mr. Grimm was disappointed there was not a trace of it on his face.
+She laughed outright, gleefully, mockingly, then, demurely:
+
+"Pardon me! You see, it's absurd. The handkerchief the butler restored
+to me at dinner, after I lost one in the senor's office, might have been
+either of these, or one of ten other duplicates in my room, all given to
+me by her Maj--I mean," she corrected quickly, "by a friend in Europe."
+She was silent for a moment. "Is that all?"
+
+"No," replied Mr. Grimm gravely, decisively. "I'm not satisfied. I shall
+insist upon the return of the money, and if it is not forthcoming I dare
+say Count di Rosini, the Italian ambassador, would be pleased to give
+his personal check rather than have the matter become public." She
+started to interrupt; he went on. "In any event you will be requested to
+leave the country."
+
+Then, and not until then, a decided change came over Miss Thorne's face.
+A deeper color leaped to her cheeks, the smile faded from her lips, and
+there was a flash of uneasiness in her eyes.
+
+"But if I am innocent?" she protested.
+
+"You must prove it," continued Mr. Grimm mercilessly. "Personally, I am
+convinced, and Count di Rosini has practically assured me that--"
+
+"It's unjust!" she interrupted passionately. "It's--it's--you have
+proved nothing. It's unheard of! It's beyond--!"
+
+Suddenly she became silent. A minute, two minutes, three minutes passed;
+Mr. Grimm waited patiently.
+
+"Will you give me time and opportunity to prove my innocence?" she
+demanded finally. "And if I _do_ convince you--?"
+
+"I should be delighted to believe that I have made a mistake," Mr. Grimm
+assured her. "How much time? One day? Two days?"
+
+"I will let you know within an hour at your office," she told him.
+
+Mr. Grimm rose.
+
+"And meanwhile, in case of accident, I shall look to Count di Rosini for
+adjustment," he added pointedly. "Good morning."
+
+One hour and ten minutes later he received this note, unsigned:
+
+"Closed carriage will stop for you at southeast corner of Pennsylvania
+Avenue and Fourteenth Street to-night at one."
+
+He was there; the carriage was on time; and my lady of mystery was
+inside. He stepped in and they swung out into Pennsylvania Avenue,
+noiselessly over the asphalt.
+
+"Should the gold be placed in your hands now, within the hour," she
+queried solicitously, "would it be necessary for you to know who was
+the--the thief?"
+
+"It would," Mr. Grimm responded without hesitation.
+
+"Even if it destroyed a reputation?" she pleaded.
+
+"The Secret Service rarely destroys a reputation, Miss Thorne, although
+it holds itself in readiness to do so. I dare say in this case there
+would be no arrest or prosecution, because of--of reasons which appear
+to be good."
+
+"There wouldn't?" and there was a note of eagerness in her voice. "The
+identity of the guilty person would never appear?"
+
+"It would become a matter of record in our office, but beyond that I
+think not--at least in this one instance."
+
+Miss Thorne sat silent for a block or more.
+
+"You'll admit, Mr. Grimm, that you have forced me into a most remarkable
+position. You seemed convinced of my guilt, and, if you'll pardon me,
+without reason; then you made it compulsory upon me to establish my
+innocence. The only way for me to do that was to find the guilty one. I
+have done it, and I'm sorry, because it's a little tragedy."
+
+Mr. Grimm waited.
+
+"It's a girl high in diplomatic society. Her father's position is an
+honorable rather than a lucrative one; he has no fortune. This girl
+moves in a certain set devoted to bridge, and stakes are high. She
+played and won, and played and won, and on and on, until her winnings
+were about eight thousand dollars. Then luck turned. She began to lose.
+Her money went, but she continued to play desperately. Finally some old
+family jewels were pawned without her father's knowledge, and ultimately
+they were lost. One day she awoke to the fact that she owed some nine or
+ten thousand dollars in bridge debts. They were pressing and there was
+no way to meet them. This meant exposure and utter ruin, and women do
+strange things, Mr. Grimm, to postpone such an ending to social
+aspirations. I know this much is true, for she related it all to me
+herself.
+
+"At last, in some way--a misplaced letter, perhaps, or a word
+overheard--she learned that fifty thousand dollars would be in the
+legation safe overnight, and evidently she learned the precise night."
+She paused a moment. "Here is the address of a man in Baltimore, Thomas
+Q. Griswold," and she passed a card to Mr. Grimm, who sat motionless,
+listening. "About four years ago the combination on the legation safe
+was changed. This man was sent here to make the change, therefore some
+one besides Senor Rodriguez _does_ know the combination. I have
+communicated with this man to-day, for I saw the possibility of just
+such a thing as this instead of your stethoscope. By a trick and a
+forged letter this girl obtained the combination from this man."
+
+Mr. Grimm drew a long breath.
+
+"She intended to take, perhaps, only what she desperately needed--but at
+sight of it all--do you see what must have been the temptation then? We
+get out here."
+
+There were many unanswered questions in Mr. Grimm's mind. He repressed
+them for the time, stepped out and assisted Miss Thorne to alight. The
+carriage had turned out of Pennsylvania Avenue, and at the moment he
+didn't quite place himself. A narrow passageway opened before
+them--evidently the rear entrance to a house possibly in the next
+street. Miss Thorne led the way unhesitatingly, cautiously unlocked the
+door, and together they entered a hall. Then there was a short flight of
+stairs, and they stepped into a room, one of a suite. She closed the
+door and turned on the lights.
+
+"The bags of gold are in the next room," she said with the utmost
+composure.
+
+Mr. Grimm dragged them out of a dark closet, opened one--there were
+ten--and allowed the coins to dribble through his fingers. Finally he
+turned and stared at Miss Thorne, who, pallid and weary, stood looking
+on.
+
+"Where are we?" he asked. "What house is this?"
+
+"The Venezuelan legation," she answered. "We are standing less than
+forty feet from the safe that was robbed. You see how easy--!"
+
+"And whose room?" inquired Mr. Grimm slowly.
+
+"Must I answer?" she asked appealingly.
+
+"You must!"
+
+"Senorita Rodriguez--my hostess! Don't you see what you've made me do?
+She and Mr. Cadwallader made the trip to Baltimore in his automobile,
+and--and--!" She stopped. "He knows nothing of it," she added.
+
+"Yes, I know," said Mr. Grimm.
+
+He stood looking at her in silence for a moment, staring deeply into the
+pleading eyes; and a certain tense expression about his lips passed. For
+an instant her hand trembled on his arm, and he caught the fragrance of
+her hair.
+
+"Where is she now?" he asked.
+
+"Playing bridge," replied Miss Thorne, with a sad little smile. "It is
+always so--at least twice a week, and she rarely returns before two or
+half-past." She extended both hands impetuously, entreatingly. "Please
+be generous, Mr. Grimm. You have the gold; don't destroy her."
+
+Senor Rodriguez, the minister from Venezuela, found the gold in his safe
+on the following morning, with a brief note from Mr. Grimm, in which
+there was no explanation of how or where it had been found.... And two
+hours later Monsieur Boissegur, ambassador from France to the United
+States, disappeared from the embassy, vanished!
+
+
+
+
+XII
+
+THE VANISHING DIPLOMATIST
+
+
+It was three days after the ambassador's disappearance that Monsieur
+Rigolot, secretary of the French embassy and temporary
+_charge-d'affaires_, reported the matter to Chief Campbell in the Secret
+Service Bureau, adding thereto a detailed statement of several singular
+incidents following close upon it. He told it in order, concisely and to
+the point, while Grimm and his chief listened.
+
+"Monsieur Boissegur, the ambassador, you understand, is a man whose
+habits are remarkably regular," he began. "He has made it a rule to be
+at his desk every morning at ten o'clock, and between that time and one
+o'clock he dictates his correspondence, and clears up whatever routine
+work there is before him. I have known him for many years, and have
+been secretary of the embassy under him in Germany and Japan and this
+country. I have never known him to vary this general order of work
+unless because of illness, or necessary absence.
+
+"Well, Monsieur, last Tuesday--this is Friday--the ambassador was at his
+desk as usual. He dictated a dozen or more letters, and had begun
+another--a private letter to his sister in Paris. He was well along in
+this letter when, without any apparent reason, he rose from his desk and
+left the room, closing the door behind him. His stenographer's
+impression was that some detail of business had occurred to him, and he
+had gone into the general office farther down the hall to attend to it.
+I may say, Monsieur, that this impression seemed strengthened by the
+fact that he left a fresh cigarette burning in his ash tray, and his pen
+was behind his ear. It was all as if he had merely stepped out,
+intending to return immediately--the sort of thing, Monsieur, that any
+man might have done.
+
+"It so happened that when he went out he left a sentence of his letter
+incomplete. I tell you this to show that the impulse to go must have
+been a sudden one, yet there was nothing in his manner, so his
+stenographer says, to indicate excitement, or any other than his usual
+frame of mind. It was about five minutes of twelve o'clock--high
+noon--when he went out. When he didn't return immediately the
+stenographer began transcribing the letters. At one o'clock Monsieur
+Boissegur still had not returned and his stenographer went to luncheon."
+
+As he talked some inbred excitement seemed to be growing upon him, due,
+perhaps, to his recital of the facts, and he paused at last to regain
+control of himself. Incidentally he wondered if Mr. Grimm was taking the
+slightest interest in what he was saying. Certainly there was nothing in
+his impassive face to indicate it.
+
+"Understand, Monsieur," the secretary continued, after a moment, "that I
+knew nothing whatever of all this until late that afternoon--that is,
+Tuesday afternoon about five o'clock. I was engaged all day upon some
+important work in my own office, and had had no occasion to see Monsieur
+Boissegur since a word or so when he came in at ten o'clock. My
+attention was called to the affair finally by his stenographer, Monsieur
+Netterville, who came to me for instructions. He had finished the
+letters and the ambassador had not returned to sign them. At this point
+I began an investigation, Monsieur, and the further I went the more
+uneasy I grew.
+
+"Now, Monsieur, there are only two entrances to the embassy--the front
+door, where a servant is in constant attendance from nine in the morning
+until ten at night, and the rear door, which can only be reached through
+the kitchen. Neither of the two men who had been stationed at the front
+door had seen the ambassador since breakfast, therefore he could not
+have gone out that way. _Comprenez_? It seemed ridiculous, Monsieur, but
+then I went to the kitchen. The _chef_ had been there all day, and he
+had not seen the ambassador at all. I inquired further. No one in the
+embassy, not a clerk, nor a servant, nor a member of the ambassador's
+family had seen him since he left his office."
+
+Again he paused and ran one hand across his troubled brow.
+
+"Monsieur," he went on, and there was a tense note in his voice, "the
+ambassador of France had disappeared, gone, vanished! We searched the
+house from the cellar to the servants' quarters, even the roof, but
+there was no trace of him. The hat he usually wore was in the hall, and
+all his other hats were accounted for. You may remember, Monsieur, that
+Tuesday was cold, but all his top-coats were found in their proper
+places. So it seems, Monsieur," and repression ended in a burst of
+excitement, "if he left the embassy he did not go out by either door,
+and he went without hat or coat!"
+
+He stopped helplessly and his gaze alternated inquiringly between the
+benevolent face of the chief and the expressionless countenance of Mr.
+Grimm.
+
+"_If_ he left the embassy?" Mr. Grimm repeated. "If your search of the
+house proved conclusively that he wasn't there, he _did_ leave it,
+didn't he?"
+
+Monsieur Rigolot stared at him blankly for a moment, then nodded.
+
+"And there are windows, you know," Mr. Grimm went on, then: "As I
+understand it, Monsieur, no one except you and the stenographer saw the
+ambassador after ten o'clock in the morning?"
+
+"_Oui, Monsieur. C'est--_" Monsieur Rigolot began excitedly. "I beg
+pardon. I believe that is correct."
+
+"You saw him about ten, you say; therefore no one except the
+stenographer saw him after ten o'clock?"
+
+"That is also true, as far as I know."
+
+"Any callers? Letters? Telegrams? Telephone messages?"
+
+"I made inquiries in that direction, Monsieur," was the reply. "I have
+the words of the servants at the door and of the stenographer that there
+were no callers, and the statement of the stenographer that there were
+no telephone calls or telegrams. There were only four letters for him
+personally. He left them all on his desk--here they are."
+
+Mr. Grimm looked them over leisurely. They were commonplace enough,
+containing nothing that might be construed into a reason for the
+disappearance.
+
+"The letters Monsieur Boissegur had dictated were laid on his desk by
+the stenographer," Monsieur Rigolot rushed on volubly, excitedly. "In
+the anxiety and uneasiness following the disappearance they were allowed
+to remain there overnight. On Wednesday morning, Monsieur"--and he
+hesitated impressively--"_those letters bore his signature in his own
+handwriting_!"
+
+Mr. Grimm turned his listless eyes full upon Monsieur Rigolot's
+perturbed face for one scant instant.
+
+"No doubt of it being his signature?" he queried.
+
+"_Non, Monsieur, non!_" the secretary exclaimed emphatically. "_Vous
+avez_--that is, I have known his signature for years. There is no doubt.
+The letters were not of a private nature. If you would care to look at
+copies of them?"
+
+He offered the duplicates tentatively. Mr. Grimm read them over slowly,
+the while Monsieur Rigolot sat nervously staring at him. They, too,
+seemed meaningless as bearing on the matter in hand. Finally, Mr. Grimm
+nodded, and Monsieur Rigolot resumed:
+
+"And Wednesday night, Monsieur, another strange thing happened. Monsieur
+Boissegur smokes many cigarettes, of a kind made especially for him in
+France, and shipped to him here. He keeps them in a case on his
+dressing-table. On Thursday morning his valet reported to me that _this
+case of cigarettes had disappeared_!"
+
+"Of course," observed Mr. Grimm, "Monsieur Boissegur has a latch-key to
+the embassy?"
+
+"Of course."
+
+"Anything unusual happen last night--that is, Thursday night?"
+
+"Nothing, Monsieur--that is, nothing we can find."
+
+Mr. Grimm was silent for a time and fell to twisting the seal ring on
+his finger. Mr. Campbell turned around and moved a paper weight one inch
+to the left, where it belonged, while Monsieur Rigolot, disappointed at
+their amazing apathy, squirmed uneasily in his chair.
+
+"It would appear, then," Mr. Grimm remarked musingly, "that after his
+mysterious disappearance the ambassador has either twice returned to his
+house at night, or else sent some one there, first to bring the letters
+to him for signature, and later to get his cigarettes?"
+
+"_Certainement, Monsieur_--I mean, that seems to be true. But where is
+he? Why should he not come back? What does it mean? Madame Boissegur is
+frantic, prostrated! She wanted me to go to the police, but I did not
+think it wise that it should become public, so I came here."
+
+"Very well," commented Mr. Grimm. "Let it rest as it is. Meanwhile you
+may reassure madame. Point out to her that if Monsieur Boissegur signed
+the letters Tuesday night he was, at least, alive; and if he came or
+sent for the cigarettes Wednesday night, he was still alive. I shall
+call at the embassy this afternoon. No, it isn't advisable to go with
+you now. Give me your latch-key, please."
+
+Monsieur Rigolot produced the key and passed it over without a word.
+
+"And one other thing," Mr. Grimm continued, "please collect all the
+revolvers that may be in the house and take charge of them yourself. If
+any one, by chance, heard a burglar prowling around there to-night he
+might shoot, and in that event either kill Monsieur Boissegur or--or
+me!"
+
+When the secretary had gone Mr. Campbell idly drummed on his desk as he
+studied the face of his subordinate.
+
+"So much!" he commented finally.
+
+"It's Miss Thorne again," said the young man as if answering a question.
+
+"Perhaps these reports I have received to-day from the Latin capitals
+may aid you in dispelling that mystery," Campbell suggested, and Mr.
+Grimm turned to them eagerly. "Meanwhile our royal visitor, Prince
+Benedetto d'Abruzzi, remains unknown?"
+
+The young man's teeth closed with a snap.
+
+"It's only a question of time, Chief," he said abruptly. "I'll find
+him--I'll find him!"
+
+And he sat down to read the reports.
+
+
+
+
+XIII
+
+A CONFERENCE IN THE DARK
+
+
+The white rays of a distant arc light filtered through the half-drawn
+velvet hangings and laid a faintly illumined path across the
+ambassador's desk; the heavy leather chairs were mere impalpable
+splotches in the shadows; the cut-glass knobs of a mahogany cabinet
+caught the glint of light and reflected it dimly. Outside was the vague,
+indefinable night drone of a city asleep, unbroken by any sound that was
+distinguishable, until finally there came the distant boom of a clock.
+It struck twice.
+
+Seated on a couch in one corner of the ambassador's office was Mr.
+Grimm. He was leaning against the high arm of leather, with his feet on
+the seat, thoughtfully nursing his knees. If his attitude indicated
+anything except sheer comfort, it was that he was listening. He had been
+there for two hours, wide-awake, and absolutely motionless. Five, ten,
+fifteen minutes more passed, and then Mr. Grimm heard the grind and whir
+of an automobile a block or so away, coming toward the embassy. Now it
+was in front.
+
+"Honk! Hon-on-onk!" it called plaintively. "Hon-on-onk! Honk!"
+
+The signal! At last! The automobile went rushing on, full tilt, while
+Mr. Grimm removed his feet from the seat and dropped them noiselessly to
+the floor. Thus, with his hands on his knees, and listening, listening
+with every faculty strained, he sat motionless, peering toward the open
+door that led into the hall. The car was gone now, the sound of it was
+swallowed up in the distance, still he sat there. It was obviously some
+noise in the house for which he was waiting.
+
+Minute after minute passed, and still nothing. There was not even the
+whisper of a wind-stirred drapery. He was about to rise when, suddenly,
+with no other noise than that of the sharp click of the switch, the
+electric lights in the room blazed up brilliantly. The glare dazzled Mr.
+Grimm with its blinding flood, but he didn't move. Then softly, almost
+in a whisper:
+
+"Good evening, Mr. Grimm."
+
+It was a woman's voice, pleasant, unsurprised, perfectly modulated. Mr.
+Grimm certainly did not expect it now, but he knew it instantly--there
+was not another quite like it in the wide, wide world--and though he was
+still blinking a little, he came to his feet courteously.
+
+"Good morning, Miss Thorne," he corrected gravely.
+
+Now his vision was clearing, and he saw her, a graceful figure,
+silhouetted against the rich green of the wall draperies. Her lips were
+curled the least bit, as if she might have been smiling, and her
+wonderful eyes reflected a glint of--of--was it amusement? The folds of
+her evening dress fell away from her, and one bare, white arm was
+extended, as her hand still rested on the switch.
+
+"And you didn't hear me?" still in the half whisper. "I didn't think you
+would. Now I'm going to put out the lights for an instant, while you
+pull the shades down, and then--then we must have a--a conference."
+
+The switch snapped. The lights died as suddenly as they had been born,
+and Mr. Grimm, moving noiselessly, visited each of the four windows in
+turn. Then the lights blazed brilliantly again.
+
+"Just for a moment," Miss Thorne explained to him quietly, and she
+handed him a sheet of paper. "I want you to read this--read it
+carefully--then I shall turn out the lights again. They are dangerous.
+After that we may discuss the matter at our leisure."
+
+Mr. Grimm read the paper while Miss Thorne's eyes questioned his
+impassive face. At length he looked up indolently, listlessly, and the
+switch snapped. She crossed the room and sat down; Mr. Grimm sat beside
+her.
+
+"I think," Miss Thorne suggested tentatively, "that that accounts
+perfectly for Monsieur Boissegur's disappearance."
+
+"It gives one explanation, at least," Mr. Grimm assented musingly.
+"Kidnapped--held prisoner--fifty thousand dollars demanded for his
+safety and release." A pause. "And to whom, may I ask, was this demand
+addressed?"
+
+"To Madame Boissegur," replied Miss Thorne. "I have the envelope in
+which it came. It was mailed at the general post-office at half-past one
+o'clock this afternoon, so the canceling stamp shows, and the envelope
+was addressed, as the letter was written, on a typewriter."
+
+"And how," inquired Mr. Grimm, after a long pause, "how did it come into
+your possession?" He waited a little. "Why didn't Monsieur Rigolot
+report this development to me this afternoon when I was here?"
+
+"Monsieur Rigolot did not inform you of it because he didn't know of it
+himself," she replied, answering the last question first. "It came into
+my possession directly from the hands of Madame Boissegur--she gave it
+to me."
+
+"Why?"
+
+Mr. Grimm was peering through the inscrutable darkness, straight into
+her face--a white daub in the gloom, shapeless, indistinct.
+
+"I have known Madame Boissegur for half a dozen years," Miss Thorne
+continued, in explanation. "We have been friends that long. I met her
+first in Tokio, later in Berlin, and within a few weeks, here in
+Washington. You see I have traveled in the time I have been an agent for
+my government. Well, Madame Boissegur received this letter about
+half-past four o'clock this afternoon; and about half-past five she sent
+for me and placed it in my hands, together with all the singular details
+following upon the ambassador's disappearance. So, it would seem that
+you and I are allies for this once, and the problem is already solved.
+There merely remains the task of finding and releasing the ambassador."
+
+Mr. Grimm sat perfectly still.
+
+"And why," he asked slowly, "are you here now?"
+
+"For the same reason that you are here," she replied readily, "to see
+for myself if the--the person who twice came here at night--once for the
+ambassador's letters and once for his cigarettes--would, by any chance,
+make another trip. I knew you were here, of course."
+
+"You knew I was here," repeated Mr. Grimm musingly. "And, may I--?"
+
+"Just as you knew that I, or some one, at least, had entered this house
+a few minutes ago," she interrupted. "The automobile horn outside was a
+signal, wasn't it? Hastings was in the car? Or was it Blair or Johnson?"
+
+Mr. Grimm did not say.
+
+"Didn't you anticipate any personal danger when you entered?" he queried
+instead. "Weren't you afraid I might shoot?"
+
+"No."
+
+There was a long silence. Mr. Grimm still sat with his elbows on his
+knees, staring, staring at the vague white splotch which was Miss
+Thorne's face and bare neck. One of her white arms hung at her side like
+a pallid serpent, and her hand was at rest on the seat of the couch.
+
+"It seems, Miss Thorne," he said at length, casually, quite casually,
+"that our paths of duty are inextricably tangled. Twice previously we
+have met under circumstances that were more than strange, and now--this!
+Whatever injustice I may have done you in the past by my suspicions has,
+I hope, been forgiven; and in each instance we were able to work side by
+side toward a conclusion. I am wondering now if this singular affair
+will take a similar course."
+
+He paused. Miss Thorne started to speak, but he silenced her with a
+slight gesture of his hand.
+
+"It is only fair to you to say that we--that is, the Secret
+Service--have learned many things about you," he resumed in the same
+casual tone. "We have, through our foreign agents, traced you step by
+step from Rome to Washington. We know that you are, in a way, a
+representative of a sovereign of Europe; we know that you were on a
+secret mission to the Spanish court, perhaps for this sovereign, and
+remained in Madrid for a month; we know that from there you went to
+Paris, also on a secret mission--perhaps the same--and remained there
+for three weeks; we know that you met diplomatic agents of those
+governments later in London. We know all this; we know the manner of
+your coming to this country; of your coming to Washington. But we don't
+know _why_ you are here."
+
+Again she started to speak, and again he stopped her.
+
+"We don't know your name, but that is of no consequence. We _do_ know
+that in Spain you were Senora Cassavant, in Paris Mademoiselle
+d'Aubinon, in London Miss Jane Kellog, and here Miss Isabel Thorne. We
+realize that exigencies arise in your calling, and mine, which make
+changes of name desirable, necessary even, and there is no criticism of
+that. Now as the representative of your government--rather _a_
+government--you have a right to be here, although unaccredited; you have
+a right to remain here as long as your acts are consistent with our
+laws; you have a right to your secrets as long as they do not, directly
+or indirectly, threaten the welfare of this country. Now, why are you
+here?"
+
+He received no answer; he expected none. After a moment he went on:
+
+"Admitting that you are a secret agent of Italy, admitting everything
+that you claim to be, you haven't convinced me that you are not the
+person who came here for the letters and cigarettes. You have said
+nothing to prove to my satisfaction that you are not the individual I
+was waiting for to-night."
+
+"You don't mean that you suspect--?" she began in a tone of amazement.
+
+"I don't mean that I suspect anything," he interposed. "I mean merely
+that you haven't convinced me. There's nothing inconsistent in the fact
+that you are what you say you are, and that in spite of that, you came
+to-night for--"
+
+He was interrupted by a laugh, a throaty, silvery note that he
+remembered well. His idle hands closed spasmodically, only to be
+instantly relaxed.
+
+"Suppose, Mr. Grimm, I should tell you that immediately after Madame
+Boissegur placed the matter in my hands this afternoon I went straight
+to your office to show this letter to you and to ask your assistance?"
+she inquired. "Suppose that I left my card for you with a clerk there on
+being informed that you were out--remember I knew you were on the case
+from Madame Boissegur--would that indicate anything except that I wanted
+to put the matter squarely before you, and work with you?"
+
+"We will suppose that much," Mr. Grimm agreed.
+
+"That is a statement of fact," Miss Thorne added. "My card, which you
+will find at your office, will show that. And when I left your office I
+went to the hotel where you live, with the same purpose. You were not
+there, and I left a card for you. And _that_ is a statement of fact. It
+was not difficult, owing to the extraordinary circumstances, to imagine
+that you would be here to-night--just as you are--and I came here. My
+purpose, still, was to inform you of what I knew, and work with you.
+Does that convince you?"
+
+"And how did you enter the embassy?" Mr. Grimm persisted.
+
+"Not with a latch-key, as you did," she replied. "Madame Boissegur, at
+my suggestion, left the French window in the hall there unfastened, and
+I came in that way--the way, I may add, that _Monsieur l'Ambassadeur_
+went out when he disappeared."
+
+"Very well!" commented Mr. Grimm, and finally: "I think, perhaps, I owe
+you an apology, Miss Thorne--another one. The circumstances now, as
+they were at our previous meetings, are so unusual that--is it necessary
+to go on?" There was a certain growing deference in his tone. "I wonder
+if you account for Monsieur Boissegur's disappearance as I do?" he
+inquired.
+
+"I dare say," and Miss Thorne leaned toward him with sudden eagerness in
+her manner and voice. "Your theory is--?" she questioned.
+
+"If we believe the servants we know that Monsieur Boissegur did not go
+out either by the front door or rear," Mr. Grimm explained. "That being
+true the French window by which you entered seems to have been the way."
+
+"Yes, yes," Miss Thorne interpolated. "And the circumstances attending
+the disappearance? How do you account for the fact that he went,
+evidently of his own will?"
+
+"Precisely as you must account for it if you have studied the situation
+here as I have," responded Mr. Grimm. "For instance, sitting at his desk
+there"--and he turned to indicate it--"he could readily see out the
+windows overlooking the street. There is only a narrow strip of lawn
+between the house and the sidewalk. Now, if some one on the sidewalk,
+or--or--"
+
+"In a carriage?" promptly suggested Miss Thorne.
+
+"Or in a carriage," Mr. Grimm supplemented, "had attracted his
+attention--some one he knew--it is not at all unlikely that he rose, for
+no apparent reason, as he did do, passed along the hall--"
+
+"And through the French window, across the lawn to the carriage, and not
+a person in the house would have seen him go out? Precisely! There seems
+no doubt that was the way," she mused. "And, of course, he must have
+entered the carriage of his own free will?"
+
+"In other words, on some pretext or other, he was lured in, then made
+prisoner, and--!"
+
+He paused suddenly and his hand met Miss Thorne's warningly. The silence
+of the night was broken by the violent clatter of footsteps, apparently
+approaching the embassy. The noise was unmistakable--some one was
+running.
+
+"The window!" Miss Thorne whispered.
+
+She rose quickly and started to cross the room, to look out; Mr. Grimm
+sat motionless, listening. An instant later and there came a tremendous
+crash of glass--the French window in the hallway by the sound--then
+rapid footsteps, still running, along the hall. Mr. Grimm moved toward
+the door unruffled, perfectly self-possessed; there was only a narrowing
+of his eyes at the abruptness and clatter of it all. And then the
+electric lights in the hall flashed up.
+
+Before Mr. Grimm stood a man, framed by the doorway, staring unseeingly
+into the darkened room. His face was haggard and white as death; his
+mouth agape as if from exertion, and the lips bloodless; his eyes were
+widely distended as if from fright--clothing disarranged, collar
+unfastened and dangling.
+
+"The ambassador!" Miss Thorne whispered thrillingly.
+
+
+
+
+XIV
+
+A RESCUE AND AN ESCAPE
+
+
+Miss Thorne's voice startled Mr. Grimm a little, but he had no doubts.
+It was Monsieur Boissegur. Mr. Grimm was going toward the enframed
+figure when, without any apparent reason, the ambassador turned and ran
+along the hall; and at that instant the lights went out again. For one
+moment Grimm stood still, dazed and blinded by the sudden blackness, and
+again he started toward the door. Miss Thorne was beside him.
+
+"The lights!" he whispered tensely. "Find the switch!"
+
+He heard the rustle of her skirts as she moved away, and stepped out
+into the hall, feeling with both his hands along the wall. A few feet
+away, in the direction the ambassador had gone, there seemed to be a
+violent struggle in progress--there was the scuffling of feet, and
+quick-drawn breaths as muscle strained against muscle. The lights! If he
+could only find the switch! Then, as his hands moved along the wall,
+they came in contact with another hand--a hand pressed firmly against
+the plastering, barring his progress. A light blow in the face caused
+him to step back quickly.
+
+The scuffling sound suddenly resolved itself into moving footsteps, and
+the front door opened and closed with a bang. Mr. Grimm's listless eyes
+snapped, and his white teeth came together sharply as he started toward
+the front door. But fate seemed to be against him still. He stumbled
+over a chair, and his own impetus forward sent him sprawling; his head
+struck the wall with a resounding whack; and then, over the house, came
+utter silence. From outside he heard the clatter of a cab. Finally that
+died away in the distance.
+
+"Miss Thorne?" he inquired quietly.
+
+"I'm here," she answered in a despairing voice. "But I can't find the
+switch."
+
+"Are you hurt?"
+
+"No."
+
+And then she found the switch; the lights flared up. Mr. Grimm was
+sitting thoughtfully on the floor.
+
+"That simplifies the matter considerably," he observed complacently, as
+he rose. "The men who signaled to me when you entered the embassy will
+never let that cab get out of their sight."
+
+Miss Thorne stood leaning forward a little, eagerly gazing at him with
+those wonderful blue-gray eyes, and an expression of--of--perhaps it was
+admiration on her face.
+
+"Are you sure?" she demanded, at last.
+
+"I know it," was his response.
+
+And just then Monsieur Rigolot, secretary of the embassy, thrust an
+inquisitive head timidly around the corner of the stairs. The crash of
+glass had aroused him.
+
+"What happened?" he asked breathlessly.
+
+"We don't know just yet," replied Mr. Grimm. "If the noise aroused any
+one else please assure them that there's nothing the matter. And you
+might inform Madame Boissegur that the ambassador will return home
+to-morrow. Good night!"
+
+At his hotel, when he reached there, Mr. Grimm found Miss Thorne's
+card--and he drew a long breath; at his office he found another of her
+cards, and he drew another long breath. He did like corroborative
+details, did Mr. Grimm, and, of course, this--! On the following day
+Miss Thorne accompanied him to Alexandria, and they were driven in a
+closed carriage out toward the western edge of the city. Finally the
+carriage stopped at a signal from Mr. Grimm, and he assisted Miss Thorne
+out, after which he turned and spoke to some one remaining inside--a
+man.
+
+"The house is two blocks west, along that street there," he explained,
+and he indicated an intersecting thoroughfare just ahead. "It is number
+ninety-seven. Five minutes after we enter you will drive up in front of
+the door and wait. If we don't return in fifteen minutes--come in after
+us!"
+
+"Do you anticipate danger?" Miss Thorne queried quickly.
+
+"If I had anticipated danger," replied Mr. Grimm, "I should not have
+permitted you to come with me."
+
+They entered the house--number ninety-seven--with a key which Mr. Grimm
+produced, and a minute or so later walked into a room where three men
+were sitting. One of them was of a coarse, repulsive type, large and
+heavy; another rather dapper, of superficial polish, evidently a
+foreigner, and the third--the third was Ambassador Boissegur!
+
+"Good morning, gentlemen!" Mr. Grimm greeted them, then ceremoniously:
+"Monsieur Boissegur, your carriage is at the door."
+
+The three men came to their feet instantly, and one of them--he of the
+heavy face--drew a revolver. Mr. Grimm faced him placidly.
+
+"Do you know what would happen to you if you killed me?" he inquired
+pleasantly. "You wouldn't live three minutes. Do you imagine I came in
+here blindly? There are a dozen men guarding the entrances to the
+house--a pistol shot would bring them in. Put down the gun!"
+
+Eyes challenged eyes for one long tense instant, and the man carefully
+laid the weapon on the table. Mr. Grimm strolled over and picked it up,
+after which he glanced inquiringly at the other man--the ambassador's
+second guard.
+
+"And you are the gentleman, I dare say, who made the necessary trips to
+the ambassador's house, probably using his latch-key?" he remarked
+interrogatively. "First for the letters to be signed, and again for the
+cigarettes?"
+
+There was no answer and Mr. Grimm turned questioningly to Monsieur
+Boissegur, silent, white of face, motionless.
+
+"Yes, Monsieur," the ambassador burst out suddenly. His eyes were fixed
+unwaveringly on Miss Thorne.
+
+"And your escape, Monsieur?" continued Mr. Grimm.
+
+"I did escape, Monsieur, last night," the ambassador explained, "but
+they knew it immediately--they pursued me into my own house, these two
+and another--and dragged me back here! _Mon Dieu, Monsieur, c'est--!_"
+
+"That's all that's necessary," remarked Mr. Grimm. "You are free to go
+now."
+
+"But there are others," Monsieur Boissegur interposed desperately, "two
+more somewhere below, and they will not allow--they will attack--!"
+
+Mr. Grimm's listless eyes narrowed slightly and he turned to Miss
+Thorne. She was a little white, but he saw enough in her face to satisfy
+him.
+
+"I shall escort Monsieur Boissegur to his carriage, Miss Thorne," he
+said calmly. "These men will remain here until I return. Take the
+revolver. If either of them so much as wags his head--_shoot_! You are
+not--not afraid?"
+
+"No." She smiled faintly. "I am not afraid."
+
+Mr. Grimm and the ambassador went down the stairs, and out the front
+door. Mr. Grimm was just turning to reenter the house when from above
+came a muffled, venomous cra-as-ash!--a shot! He took the steps going
+up, two at a time. Miss Thorne was leaning against the wall as if dazed;
+the revolver lay at her feet. A door in a far corner of the room stood
+open; and the clatter of footsteps echoed through the house.
+
+"One of them leaped at me and I fired," she gasped in explanation. "He
+struck me, but I'm--I'm not hurt."
+
+She stooped quickly, picked up the revolver and made as if to follow the
+dying footsteps. Mr. Grimm stopped her.
+
+"It doesn't matter," he said quietly. "Let them go." And after a while,
+earnestly: "If I had dreamed of such a--such a thing as this I should
+never have consented to allow you--"
+
+"I understand," she interrupted, and for one instant her outstretched
+hand rested on his arm. "The ambassador?"
+
+"Perfectly safe," responded Mr. Grimm. "Two of my men are with him."
+
+
+
+
+XV
+
+MASTER OF THE SITUATION
+
+
+As the women rose and started out, leaving the gentlemen over their
+coffee and cigars, Miss Thorne paused at the door and the blue-gray eyes
+flashed some subtle message to the French ambassador who, after an
+instant, nodded comprehendingly, then resumed his conversation. As he
+left the room a few minutes later he noticed that Mr. Grimm had joined a
+group of automaniacs of which Mr. Cadwallader was the enthusiastic
+center. He spoke to his hostess, the wife of the minister from Portugal,
+for a moment, then went to Miss Thorne and dropped into a seat beside
+her. She greeted him with a smile and was still smiling as she talked.
+
+"I believe, Monsieur," she said in French, "you sent a code message to
+the cable office this afternoon?"
+
+His eyes questioned hers quickly.
+
+"And please bear in mind that we probably are being watched as we talk,"
+she went on pleasantly. "Mr. Grimm is the man to be afraid of.
+Smile--don't look so serious!" She laughed outright.
+
+"Yes, I sent a code message," he replied.
+
+"It was your resignation?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Well, it wasn't sent, of course," she informed him, and her eyes were
+sparkling as if something amusing had been said. "One of my agents
+stopped it. I may add that it will not be sent."
+
+The ambassador's eyes grew steely, then blank again.
+
+"Mademoiselle, what am I to understand from that?" he demanded.
+
+"You are to understand that I am absolute master of the situation in
+Washington at this moment," she replied positively. The smile on her
+lips and the tone of her voice were strangely at variance. "From the
+beginning I let you understand that ultimately you would receive your
+instructions from Paris; now I know they will reach you by cable
+to-morrow. Within a week the compact will be signed. Whether you approve
+of it or not it will be signed for your country by a special envoy whose
+authority is greater than yours--his Highness, the Prince Benedetto
+d'Abruzzi."
+
+"Has he reached Washington?"
+
+"He is in Washington. He has been here for some time, incognito." She
+was silent a moment. "You have been a source of danger to our plans,"
+she added. "If it had not been for an accident you would still have been
+comfortably kept out in Alexandria where Mr. Grimm and I found you.
+Please remember, Monsieur, that we will accomplish what we set out to
+do. Nothing can stop us--nothing."
+
+At just about the same moment the name of Prince d'Abruzzi had been used
+in the dining-room, but in a different connection. Mr. Cadwallader was
+reciting some incident of an automobile trip in Italy when he had been
+connected with the British embassy there.
+
+"The prince was driving," he said, "and one of the best I ever saw.
+Corking chap, the prince; democratic, you know, and all that sort of
+thing. He was one scion of royalty who didn't mind soiling his hands by
+diving in under a car and fixing it himself. At that time he was
+inclined to be wild--that was eight or nine years ago--but they say now
+he has settled down to work, and is one of the real diplomatic powers of
+Italy. I haven't seen him for a half dozen years."
+
+"How old a man is he?" asked Mr. Grimm carelessly.
+
+"Thirty-five, thirty-eight, perhaps; I don't know," replied Mr.
+Cadwallader. "It's odd, you know, the number of princes and blue-bloods
+and all that sort of thing one can find knocking about in Italy and
+Germany and Spain. One never hears of half of them. I never had heard
+of the Prince d'Abruzzi until I went to Italy, and I've heard jolly well
+little of him since, except indirectly."
+
+Mr. Cadwallader lapsed into silence as he sat staring at a large group
+photograph which was framed on a wall of the dining-room.
+
+"Isn't that the royal family of Italy?" he asked. He rose and went over
+to it. "By Jove, it is, and here is the prince in the group. The picture
+was taken, I should say, about the time I knew him."
+
+Mr. Grimm strolled over idly and stood for a long time staring at the
+photograph.
+
+"He can drive a motor, you know," said Mr. Cadwallader admiringly. "And
+Italy is the place to drive them. They forgot to make any speed laws
+over there, and if a chap gets in your way and you knock him silly they
+arrest him for obstructing traffic, you know. Over here if a chap really
+starts to go any place in a hurry some bally idiot holds him up."
+
+"Have you ever been held up?" queried Mr. Grimm.
+
+"No, but I expect to be every day," was the reply. "I've got a new
+motor, you know, and I've never been able to see how fast it is. The
+other evening I ran up to Baltimore with it in an hour and thirty-seven
+minutes from Alexandria to Druid Hill Park, and that's better than forty
+miles. I never did let the motor out, you know, because we ran in the
+dark most of the way."
+
+Mr. Grimm was still gazing at the photograph.
+
+"Did you go alone?" he asked.
+
+"There's no fun motoring alone, you know. Senorita Rodriguez was with
+me. Charming girl, what?"
+
+A little while later Mr. Grimm sauntered out into the drawing-room and
+made his way toward Miss Thorne and the French ambassador. Monsieur
+Boissegur rose, and offered his hand cordially.
+
+"I hope, Monsieur," said Mr. Grimm, "that you are no worse off for
+your--your unpleasant experience?"
+
+"Not at all, thanks to you," was the reply. "I have just thanked Miss
+Thorne for her part in the affair, and--"
+
+"I'm glad to have been of service," interrupted Mr. Grimm lightly.
+
+The ambassador bowed ceremoniously and moved away. Mr. Grimm dropped
+into the seat he had just left.
+
+"You've left the legation, haven't you?" he asked.
+
+"You drove me out," she laughed.
+
+"Drove you out?" he repeated. "Drove you out?"
+
+"Why, it was not only uncomfortable, but it was rather conspicuous
+because of the constant espionage of your Mr. Blair and your Mr. Johnson
+and your Mr. Hastings," she explained, still laughing. "So I have moved
+to the Hotel Hilliard."
+
+Mr. Grimm was twisting the seal ring on his little finger.
+
+"I'm sorry if I've made it uncomfortable for you," he apologized. "You
+see it's necessary to--"
+
+"No explanation," Miss Thorne interrupted. "I understand."
+
+"I'm glad you do," he replied seriously. "How long do you intend to
+remain in the city?"
+
+"Really I don't know--two, three, four weeks, perhaps. Why?"
+
+"I was just wondering."
+
+Senorita Rodriguez came toward them.
+
+"We're going to play bridge," she said, "and we need you, Isabel, to
+make the four. Come. I hate to take her away, Mr. Grimm."
+
+Mr. Grimm and Miss Thorne rose together. For an instant her slim white
+hand rested on Mr. Grimm's sleeve and she stared into his eyes
+understandingly with a little of melancholy in her own. They left Mr.
+Grimm there.
+
+
+
+
+XVI
+
+LETTERS FROM JAIL
+
+
+For two weeks Signor Pietro Petrozinni, known to the Secret Service as
+an unaccredited agent of the Italian government, and the self-confessed
+assailant of Senor Alvarez of the Mexican legation, had been taking his
+ease in a cell. He had been formally arraigned and committed without
+bail to await the result of the bullet wound which had been inflicted
+upon the diplomatist from Mexico at the German Embassy Ball, and, since
+then, undisturbed and apparently careless of the outcome, he had spent
+his time in reading and smoking. He had answered questions with only a
+curt yes or no when he deigned to answer them at all; and there had been
+no callers or inquiries for him. He had abruptly declined a suggestion
+of counsel.
+
+Twice each day, morning and night, he had asked a question of the
+jailer who brought his simple meals.
+
+"How is Senor Alvarez?"
+
+"He is still in a critical condition." The answer was always the same.
+
+Whereupon the secret agent would return to his reading with not a shadow
+of uneasiness or concern on his face.
+
+Occasionally there came a courteous little note from Miss Thorne, which
+he read without emotion, afterward casting them aside or tearing them
+up. He never answered them. And then one day there came another note
+which, for no apparent reason, seemed to stir him from his lethargy.
+Outwardly it was like all the others, but when Signor Petrozinni scanned
+the sheet his eyes lighted strangely, and he stood staring down at it as
+though to hide a sudden change of expression in his face. His gaze was
+concentrated on two small splotches of ink where, it seemed, the pen
+had scratched as Miss Thorne signed her name.
+
+The guard stood at the barred door for a moment, then started to turn
+away. The prisoner stopped him with a quick gesture.
+
+"Oh, Guard, may I have a glass of milk, please?" he asked. "No ice. I
+prefer it tepid."
+
+He thrust a small coin between the bars; the guard accepted it and
+passed on. Then, still standing at the door, the prisoner read the note
+again:
+
+"MY DEAR FRIEND:
+
+"I understand, from an indirect source, that there has been a marked
+improvement in Senor Alvarez's condition, and I am hastening to send you
+the good news. There is every hope that within a short while, if he
+continues to improve, we can arrange a bail bond, and you will be free
+until the time of trial anyway.
+
+"Might it not be well for you to consult an attorney at once? Drop me a
+line to let me know you received this.
+
+"Sincerely,
+
+"ISABEL THORNE."
+
+Finally the prisoner tossed the note on a tiny table in a corner of his
+cell, and resumed his reading. After a time the guard returned with the
+milk.
+
+"Would it be against the rules for me to write an answer to this?"
+queried Signor Petrozinni, and he indicated the note.
+
+"Certainly not," was the reply.
+
+"If I might trouble you, then, for pen and ink and paper?" suggested the
+signor and he smiled a little. "Believe me, I would prefer to get them
+for myself."
+
+"I guess that's right," the guard grinned good-naturedly.
+
+Again he went away and the prisoner sat thoughtfully sipping the milk.
+He took half of it, then lighted a cigarette, puffed it once or twice
+and permitted the light to die. After a little there came again the
+clatter of the guard's feet on the cement pavement, and the writing
+materials were thrust through the bars.
+
+"Thank you," said the prisoner.
+
+The guard went on, with a nod, and a moment later the signor heard the
+clangor of a steel door down the corridor as it was closed and locked.
+He leaned forward in his chair with half-closed eyes, listening for a
+long time, then rose and noiselessly approached the cell door. Again he
+listened intently, after which he resumed his seat. He tossed away the
+cigarette he had and lighted a fresh one, afterward holding the note
+over the flame of the match. Here and there, where the paper charred in
+the heat, a letter or word stood out from the bare whiteness of the
+paper, and finally, a message complete appeared between the innocuous
+ink-written lines. The prisoner read it greedily:
+
+"Am privately informed there is little chance of Alvarez's recovery.
+Shall I arrange escape for you, or have ambassador intercede? Would
+advise former, as the other might take months, and meeting to sign
+treaty alliance would be dangerously delayed."
+
+Signor Petrozinni permitted the sputtering flame to ignite the paper,
+and thoughtfully watched the blaze destroy it. The last tiny scrap
+dropped on the floor, burned out, and he crushed the ashes under his
+heel. Then he began to write:
+
+"My Dear Miss Thorne:
+
+"Many thanks for your courteous little note. I am delighted to know of
+the improvement in Senor Alvarez's condition. I had hoped that my
+impulsive act in shooting him would not end in a tragedy. Please keep me
+informed of any further change in his condition. As yet I do not see the
+necessity of consulting an attorney, but later I may be compelled to do
+so.
+
+"Respectfully,
+
+"Pietro Petrozinni."
+
+This done the secret agent carefully cleaned the ink from the pen,
+wiping it dry with his handkerchief, then thrust it into the half empty
+glass of milk. The fluid clung to the steel nib thinly; he went on
+writing with it, between the lines of ink:
+
+"I am in no danger. I hold credentials to United States, which, when
+presented, will make me responsible only to the Italian government as
+special envoy, according to international law. Arrange escape for one
+week from to-night; use any money necessary. Make careful arrangements
+for the test and signing of compact for two nights after."
+
+Again the prisoner cleaned the steel nib, after which he put it back in
+the bottle of ink, leaving it there. He waved the sheet of paper back
+and forth to dry it, and at last scrutinized it minutely, standing under
+the light from the high-up window of his cell. Letter by letter the milk
+evaporated, leaving the sheet perfectly clean and white except for the
+ink-written message. This sheet he folded, placed in an envelope, and
+addressed.
+
+Later the guard passed along the corridor, and Signor Petrozinni thrust
+the letter out to him.
+
+"Be good enough to post that, please," he requested. "It isn't sealed. I
+don't know if your prison rules require you to read the letters that go
+out. If so, read it, or have it read, then seal it."
+
+For answer the guard dampened the flap of the envelope, sealed it,
+thrust it into his pocket and passed on. The secret agent sat down
+again, and sipped his milk meditatively.
+
+One hour later Mr. Grimm, accompanied by Johnson, came out of a
+photographer's dark room in Pennsylvania Avenue with a developed
+negative which he set on a rack to dry. At the end of another hour he
+was sitting at his desk studying, under a magnifying glass, a finished
+print of the negative. Word by word he was writing on a slip of paper
+what his magnifying glass gave him and so, curiously enough, it came to
+pass that Miss Thorne and Chief Campbell of the Secret Service were
+reading the hidden, milk-written message at almost the identical moment.
+
+"Johnson got Petrozinni's letter from the postman," Mr. Grimm was
+explaining. "I opened it, photographed it, sealed it again and remailed
+it. There was not more than half an hour's delay; and Miss Thorne can
+not possibly know of it." He paused a moment. "It's an odd thing that
+writing such as that is absolutely invisible to the naked eye, and yet
+when photographed becomes decipherable in the negative."
+
+"What do you make of it?" Mr. Campbell asked. The guileless blue eyes
+were alive with eagerness.
+
+"Well, he's right, of course, about not being in danger," said Mr.
+Grimm. "If he came with credentials as special envoy this government
+must respect them, even if Senor Alvarez dies, and leave it to his own
+government to punish him. If we were officially aware that he has such
+credentials I doubt if we would have the right to keep him confined; we
+would merely have to hand him over to the Italian embassy and demand his
+punishment. And, of course, all that makes him more dangerous than
+ever."
+
+"Yes, I know that," said the chief a little impatiently. "But who is
+this man?"
+
+"Who is this man?" Mr. Grimm repeated as if surprised at the question.
+"I was looking for Prince Benedetto d'Abruzzi, of Italy. I have found
+him."
+
+Mr. Campbell's clock-like brain ticked over the situation in detail.
+
+"It's like this," Mr. Grimm elucidated. "He has credentials which he
+knows will free him if he is forced to present them, but I imagine they
+were given to him more for protection in an emergency like this than for
+introducing him to our government. As the matter stands he can't afford
+to discover himself by using those credentials, and yet, if the Latin
+compact is signed, he must be free. Remember, too, that he is accredited
+from three countries--Italy, France and Spain." He was silent for a
+moment. "Naturally his escape from prison would preserve his incognito,
+and at the same time permit him to sign the compact."
+
+There was silence for a long time.
+
+"I believe the situation is without precedent," said Mr. Campbell
+slowly. "The special envoy of three great powers held for attempted--!"
+
+"Officially we are not aware of his purpose, or his identity," Mr. Grimm
+reminded him. "If he escaped it would clarify the situation
+tremendously."
+
+"If he escaped!" repeated Mr. Campbell musingly.
+
+"But, of course, the compact would not be signed, at least in this
+country," Mr. Grimm went on tentatively.
+
+Mr. Campbell gazed straight into the listless eyes of the young man for
+a minute or more, and gradually full understanding came home to him.
+Finally he nodded his head.
+
+"Use your own judgment, Mr. Grimm," he directed.
+
+
+
+
+XVII
+
+A CALL ON THE WARDEN
+
+
+The restful silence of night lay over the great prison. Here and there
+in the grim corridors a guard dozed in the glare of an electric light;
+and in the office, too, a desk light glimmered where the warden sat at
+his desk, poring over a report. Once he glanced up at the clock--it was
+five minutes of eleven--and then he went on with his reading.
+
+After a little the silence was broken by the whir of the clock and the
+first sharp stroke of the hour; and at just that moment the door from
+the street opened and a man entered. He was rather tall and slender, and
+a sinister black mask hid his face from the quickly raised eyes of the
+warden. For a bare fraction of a second the two men stared at each
+other, then, instinctively, the warden's right hand moved toward the
+open drawer of his desk where a revolver lay, and his left toward
+several electrically connected levers. The intruder noted both gestures,
+and, unarmed himself, stood silent. The warden was first to speak.
+
+"Well, what is it?"
+
+"You have a prisoner here, Pietro Petrozinni," was the reply, in a
+pleasant voice. "I have come to demand his release."
+
+The warden's right hand was raised above the desk top, and the revolver
+in it clicked warningly.
+
+"You have come to demand his release, eh?" he queried. He still sat
+motionless, with his eyes fixed on the black mask. "How did you pass the
+outside guard?"
+
+"He was bribed," was the ready response. "Now, Warden," the masked
+intruder continued pacifically, "it would be much more pleasant all
+around and there would be less personal danger in it for both of us if
+you would release Signor Petrozinni without question. I may add that no
+bribe was offered to you because your integrity was beyond question."
+
+"Thank you," said the warden grimly, "and it shall remain so as long as
+I have this." He tapped on the desk with the revolver.
+
+"Oh, that isn't loaded," said the masked man quietly.
+
+One quick glance at the weapon showed the warden that the cartridges had
+been drawn! His teeth closed with a snap at the treachery of it, and
+with his left hand he pulled back one of the levers--that which should
+arouse the jailers, turnkeys and guards. Instead of the insistent
+clangor which he expected, there was silence.
+
+"That wire has been cut," the stranger volunteered.
+
+With clenched teeth the warden pulled the police alarm.
+
+"And that wire was cut, too," the stranger explained.
+
+The warden came to his feet with white face, and nails biting into the
+palms of his hands. He still held the revolver as he advanced upon the
+masked man threateningly.
+
+"Not too close, now," warned the intruder, with a sudden hardening of
+his voice. "Believe me, it would be best for you to release this man,
+because it must be done, pleasantly or otherwise. I have no desire to
+injure you, still less do I intend that you shall injure me; and it
+would be needless for either of us to make a personal matter of it. I
+want your prisoner, Signor Petrozinni--you will release him at once!
+That's all!"
+
+The warden paused, dazed, incredulous before the audacity of it, while
+he studied two calm eyes which peered at him through the slits of the
+mask.
+
+"And if I _don't_ release him?" he demanded at last, fiercely.
+
+"Then I shall take him," was the reply. "It has been made impossible for
+you to give an alarm," the stranger went on. "The very men on whom you
+most depended have been bought, and even if they were within sound of
+your voice now they wouldn't respond. One of your assistants who has
+been here for years unloaded the revolver in the desk there, and less
+than an hour ago cut the prison alarm wire. I, personally, cut the
+police alarm outside the building. So you see!"
+
+As yet there was no weapon in sight, save the unloaded revolver in the
+warden's hand; at no time had the stranger's voice been raised. His tone
+was a perfectly normal one.
+
+"Besides yourself there are only five other men employed here who are
+now awake," the masked man continued. "These are four inner guards and
+the outer guard. They have all been bought--the turnkeys at five
+thousand dollars each, and the outer guard at seven thousand. The
+receipt of all of this money is conditional upon the release of Signor
+Petrozinni, therefore it is to their interest to aid me as against you.
+I am telling you all this, frankly and fully, to make you see how
+futile any resistance would be."
+
+"But who--who is this Signor Petrozinni, that such powerful influences
+should be brought to bear in his behalf?" demanded the bewildered
+warden.
+
+"He is a man who can command a vast fortune--and Senor Alvarez is at the
+point of death. That, I think, makes it clear. Now, if you'll sit down,
+please!"
+
+"Sit down?" bellowed the warden.
+
+Suddenly he was seized by a violent, maddening rage. He took one step
+forward and raised the empty revolver to strike. The masked man moved
+slightly to one side and his clenched fist caught the warden on the
+point of the chin. The official went down without a sound and lay still,
+inert. A moment later the door leading into the corridor of the prison
+opened, and Signor Petrozinni, accompanied by one of the guards, entered
+the warden's office. The masked man glanced around at them, and with a
+motion of his head indicated the door leading to the street. They
+passed through, closing the door behind them.
+
+For a little time the intruder stood staring down at the still body,
+then he went to the telephone and called police headquarters.
+
+"There has been a jail delivery at the prison," he said in answer to the
+"hello" of the desk-sergeant at the other end of the wire. "Better send
+some of your men up to investigate."
+
+"Who is that?" came the answering question.
+
+The stranger replaced the receiver on the hook, stripped off his black
+mask, dropped it on the floor beside the motionless warden, and went
+out. It was Mr. Grimm!
+
+
+
+
+XVIII
+
+NOTICE TO LEAVE
+
+
+At fifteen minutes of midnight when Miss Thorne, followed by Signor
+Petrozinni, entered the sitting-room of her apartments in the hotel and
+turned up the light they found Mr. Grimm already there. He rose
+courteously. At sight of him Miss Thorne's face went deathly white, and
+the escaped prisoner turned toward the door again.
+
+"I would advise that you stay, your Highness," said Mr. Grimm coldly.
+Signor Petrozinni paused, amazed. "You will merely subject yourself to
+the humiliation of arrest if you attempt to leave. The house is guarded
+by a dozen men."
+
+"Your Highness?" Miss Thorne repeated blankly. "You are assuming a
+great deal, aren't you, Mr. Grimm?"
+
+"I don't believe," and Mr. Grimm's listless eyes were fixed on those of
+the escaped prisoner, "I don't believe that Prince Benedetto d'Abruzzi
+will deny his identity?"
+
+There was one of those long tense silences when eye challenges eye, when
+wit is pitted against wit, and mind is hauled around to a new, and
+sometimes unattractive, view of a situation. Miss Thorne stood silent
+with rigid features, colorless as marble; but slowly a sneer settled
+about the lips of Signor Petrozinni that was, and he sat down.
+
+[Illustration: A long tense silence when eye challenges eye.]
+
+"You seem to know everything, Mr. Grimm," he taunted.
+
+"I _try_ to know everything, your Highness," was the reply. Mr. Grimm
+was still standing. "I know, for instance, that one week ago the plot
+which had your freedom for its purpose was born; I know the contents of
+every letter that passed between you and Miss Thorne here,
+notwithstanding the invisible ink; I know that four days ago several
+thousand dollars was smuggled in to you concealed in a basket of fruit;
+I know, with that money, you bribed your way out, while Miss Thorne or
+one of her agents bribed the guard in front; I know that the escape was
+planned for to-night, and that the man who was delegated to take charge
+of it is now locked in my office under guard. It may interest you to
+know that it was I who took his place and made the escape possible. I
+know that much!"
+
+"You--_you_--!" the prince burst out suddenly. "_You_ aided me to
+escape?"
+
+Miss Thorne was staring, staring at them with her eyes widely distended,
+and her red lips slightly parted.
+
+"_Why_ did you assist him?" she demanded.
+
+"Details are tiresome, Miss Thorne," replied Mr. Grimm with the utmost
+courtesy. "There is one other thing I know--that the Latin compact will
+not be signed in the United States."
+
+The prince's eyes met Miss Thorne's inquiringly, and she shook her
+head. The sneer was still playing about his mouth.
+
+"Anything else of special interest that you know?" he queried.
+
+"Yes, of interest to both you and Miss Thorne. That is merely if the
+Latin compact is signed anywhere, the English-speaking countries of the
+world might construe it as a _casus belli_ and strike soon enough, and
+hard enough, to put an end to it once for all."
+
+Again there was silence for a little while. Slowly the prince's eyes
+were darkening, and a shadow flitted across Miss Thorne's face. The
+prince rose impatiently.
+
+"Well, what is the meaning of all this? Are you going to take me back to
+prison?"
+
+"No," said Mr. Grimm. He glanced at his watch. "I will give each of you
+one-half hour to pack your belongings. We must catch a train at one
+o'clock."
+
+"Leave the city?" gasped Miss Thorne.
+
+"Impossible!" exclaimed the prince.
+
+"One-half hour," said Mr. Grimm coldly.
+
+"But--but it's out of the question," expostulated Miss Thorne.
+
+"One-half hour," repeated Mr. Grimm. He didn't dare to meet those
+wonderful blue-gray eyes now. "A special car with private compartments
+will be attached to the regular train, and the only inconvenience to you
+will be the fact that the three of us will be compelled to sit up all
+night. Half a dozen other Secret Service men will be on the train with
+us."
+
+And then the prince's entire manner underwent a change.
+
+"Mr. Grimm," he said earnestly, "it is absolutely necessary that I
+remain in Washington for another week--remain here even if I am locked
+up again--lock me up again if you like. I can't sign compacts in
+prison."
+
+"Twenty-five minutes," replied Mr. Grimm quietly.
+
+"But here," exclaimed the prince explosively, "I have credentials which
+will insure my protection in spite of your laws."
+
+"I know that," said Mr. Grimm placidly. "Credentials of that nature can
+not be presented at midnight, and you will not be here to-morrow to
+present them. The fact that you have those credentials, your Highness,
+is one reason why you must leave Washington now, to-night."
+
+
+
+
+XIX
+
+BY WIRELESS
+
+
+They paused in the office, the three of them, and while Miss Thorne was
+giving some instructions as to her baggage the prince went over to the
+telegraph booth and began to write a message on a blank. Mr. Grimm
+appeared at his elbow.
+
+"No," he said.
+
+"Can't I send a telegram if I like?" demanded the prince sharply.
+
+"No, nor a note, nor a letter, nor may you speak to any one," Mr. Grimm
+informed him quietly.
+
+"Why, it's an outrage!" flamed the prince.
+
+"It depends altogether on the view-point, your Highness," said Mr. Grimm
+courteously. "If you will pardon me I might suggest that it is needless
+to attract attention by your present attitude. You may--I say you
+_may_--compel me to humiliate you." The prince glared at him angrily. "I
+mean handcuff you," Mr. Grimm added gratuitously.
+
+"Handcuff _me_?"
+
+"I shouldn't hesitate, your Highness, if it was necessary."
+
+After a moment Miss Thorne signified her readiness, and they started
+out. At the door Mr. Grimm stopped and turned back to the desk, as if
+struck by some sudden thought, leaving them together.
+
+"Oh, Miss Thorne left a message for some one," Mr. Grimm was saying to
+the clerk. "She's decided it is unnecessary." He turned and glanced
+toward her, and the clerk's eyes followed his. "Please give it to me."
+
+It was passed over without comment. It was a sealed envelope addressed
+to Mr. Charles Winthrop Rankin. Mr. Grimm glanced at the superscription,
+tore the envelope into bits and dropped it into a basket. A minute
+later he was assisting Miss Thorne and the prince into an automobile
+that was waiting in front. As the car moved away two other automobiles
+appeared from corners near-by and trailed along behind to the station.
+There a private compartment-car was in readiness for them.
+
+It was a long, dreary ride--a ride of utter silence save for the roar
+and clatter of the moving train. Mr. Grimm, vigilant, implacable, sat at
+ease; Miss Thorne, resigned to the inevitable, whatever it might be,
+studied the calm, quiet face from beneath drooping lids; and the prince,
+sullen, scowling, nervously wriggled in his seat. Philadelphia was
+passed, and Trenton, and then the dawn began to break through the night.
+It was quite light when they rolled into Jersey City.
+
+"I'm sorry for all the inconvenience I have caused," Mr. Grimm
+apologized to Miss Thorne as he assisted her to alight. "You must be
+exhausted."
+
+"If it were only that!" she replied, with a slight smile. "And is it
+too early to ask where we are going?"
+
+The prince turned quickly at the question.
+
+"We take the _Lusitania_ for Liverpool at ten o'clock," said Mr. Grimm
+obligingly. "Meanwhile let's get some coffee and a bite to eat."
+
+"Are you going to make the trip with us?" asked the prince.
+
+Mr. Grimm shrugged his shoulders.
+
+Weary and spiritless they went aboard the boat, and a little while later
+they steamed out into the stream and threaded their way down the bay.
+Miss Thorne stood at the rail gazing back upon the city they were
+leaving. Mr. Grimm stood beside her; the prince, still sullen, still
+scowling, sat a dozen feet away.
+
+"This is a wonderful thing you have done, Mr. Grimm," said Miss Thorne
+at last.
+
+"Thank you," he said simply. "It was a destructive thing that you
+intended to do. Did you ever see a more marvelous thing than that?" and
+he indicated the sky-line of New York. "It's the most marvelous bit of
+mechanism in the world; the dynamo of the western hemisphere. You would
+have destroyed it, because in the world-war that would have been the
+first point of attack."
+
+She raised her eyebrows, but was silent.
+
+"Somehow," he went on after a moment, "I could never associate a woman
+with destructiveness, with wars and with violence."
+
+"That is an unjust way of saying it," she interposed. And then,
+musingly: "Isn't it odd that you and I--standing here by the rail--have,
+in a way, held the destinies of the whole great earth in our hands? And
+now your remark makes me feel that you alone have stood for peace and
+the general good, and I for destruction and evil."
+
+"I didn't mean that," Mr. Grimm said quickly. "You have done your duty
+as you saw it, and--"
+
+"Failed!" she interrupted.
+
+"And I have done my duty as I saw it."
+
+"And won!" she added. She smiled a little sadly. "I think, perhaps you
+and I might have been excellent friends if it had not been for all
+this."
+
+"I know we should have," said Mr. Grimm, almost eagerly. "I wonder if
+you will ever forgive me for--for--?"
+
+"Forgive you?" she repeated. "There is nothing to forgive. One must do
+one's duty. But I wish it could have been otherwise."
+
+The Statue of Liberty slid by, and Governor's Island and Fort Hamilton;
+then, in the distance, Sandy Hook light came into view.
+
+"I'm going to leave you here," said Mr. Grimm, and for the first time
+there was a tense, strained note in his voice.
+
+Miss Thorne's blue-gray eyes had grown mistily thoughtful; the words
+startled her a little and she turned to face him.
+
+"It may be that you and I shall never meet again," Mr. Grimm went on.
+
+"We _will_ meet again," she said gravely. "When and where I don't know,
+but it will come."
+
+"And perhaps then we may be friends?" He was pleading now.
+
+"Why, we are friends now, aren't we?" she asked, and again the smile
+curled her scarlet lips. "Surely we are friends, aren't we?"
+
+"We are," he declared positively.
+
+As they started forward a revenue cutter which had been hovering about
+Sandy Hook put toward them, flying some signal at her masthead. Slowly
+the great boat on which they stood crept along, then the clang of a bell
+in the engine-room brought her to a standstill, and the revenue cutter
+came alongside.
+
+"I leave you here," Mr. Grimm said again. "It's good-by."
+
+"Good-by," she said softly. "Good-by, till we meet once more."
+
+She extended both hands impulsively and he stood for an instant staring
+into the limpid gray eyes, then, turning, went below. From the revenue
+cutter he waved a hand at her as the great _Lusitania_, moving again,
+sped on her way. The prince joined Miss Thorne at the rail. The scowl
+was still on his face.
+
+"And now what?" he demanded abruptly. "This man has treated us as if we
+were a pair of children."
+
+"He's a wonderful man," she replied.
+
+"That may be--but we have been fools to allow him to do all this."
+
+Miss Thorne turned flatly and faced him.
+
+"We are not beaten yet," she said slowly. "If all things go well we--we
+are not beaten yet."
+
+The _Lusitania_ was rounding Montauk Point when the wireless brought her
+to half-speed with a curt message:
+
+"Isabel Thorne and Pietro Petrozinni aboard _Lusitania_ wanted on
+warrants charging conspiracy. Tug-boat will take them off, intercepting
+you beyond Montauk Point.
+
+"CAMPBELL, Secret Service."
+
+"What does _that_ mean?" asked the prince, bewildered.
+
+"It means that the compact will be signed in Washington in spite of Mr.
+Grimm," and there was the glitter of triumph in her eyes. "With the aid
+of one of the maids in the depot at Jersey City I managed to get a
+telegram of explanation and instruction to De Foe in New York, and this
+is the result. He signed Mr. Campbell's name, I suppose, to give weight
+to the message."
+
+An hour later a tug-boat came alongside, and they went aboard.
+
+
+
+
+XX
+
+THE LIGHT IN THE DOME
+
+
+From where he sat, in a tiny alcove which jutted out and encroached upon
+the line of the sidewalk, Mr. Grimm looked down on Pennsylvania Avenue,
+the central thread of Washington, ever changing, always brilliant,
+splashed at regular intervals with light from high-flung electric arcs.
+The early theater crowd was in the street, well dressed, well fed,
+careless for the moment of all things save physical comfort and
+amusement; automobiles, carriages, cabs, cars flowed past endlessly; and
+yet Mr. Grimm saw naught of it. In the distance, at one end of the
+avenue the dome of the capitol cleft the shadows of night, and a single
+light sparkled at its apex; in the other direction, at the left of the
+treasury building which abruptly blocks the wide thoroughfare, were the
+shimmering windows of the White House.
+
+Motionless, moody, thoughtful, Mr. Grimm sat staring, staring straight
+ahead, comprehending none of these things which lay before him as in a
+panorama. Instead, his memory was conjuring up a pair of subtle,
+blue-gray eyes, now pleading, now coquettish, now frankly defiant; two
+slim, white, wonderful hands; the echo of a pleasant, throaty laugh; a
+splendid, elusive, radiant-haired phantom. Truly, a woman of mystery!
+Who was this Isabel Thorne who, for months past, had been the
+storm-center and directing mind of a vast international intrigue which
+threatened the world with war? Who, this remarkable young woman who with
+ease and assurance commanded ambassadors and played nations as pawns?
+
+Now that she was safely out of the country Mr. Grimm had leisure to
+speculate. Upon him had devolved the duty of blocking her plans, and he
+had done so--merciless alike of his own feeling and of hers. Hesitation
+or evasion had never occurred to him. It was a thing to be done, and he
+did it. He wondered if she had understood, there at the last beside the
+rail? He wondered if she knew the struggle it had cost him deliberately
+to send her out of his life? Or had even surmised that her expulsion
+from the country, by his direct act, was wholly lacking in the
+exaltation of triumph to him; that it struck deeper than that, below the
+listless, official exterior, into his personal happiness? And wondering,
+he knew that she _did_ understand.
+
+A silent shod waiter came and placed the coffee things at his elbow. He
+didn't heed. The waiter poured a demi-tasse, and inquiringly lifted a
+lump of sugar in the silver tongs. Still Mr. Grimm didn't heed. At last
+the waiter deposited the sugar on the edge of the fragile saucer, and
+moved away as silently as he had come. A newspaper which Mr. Grimm had
+placed on the end of the table when he sat down, rattled a little as a
+breeze from the open window caught it, then the top sheet slid off and
+fell to the floor. Mr. Grimm was still staring out the window.
+
+Slowly the room behind him was thinning of its crowd as the
+theater-bound diners went out in twos and threes. The last of these
+disappeared finally, and save for Mr. Grimm there were not more than a
+dozen persons left in the place. Thus for a few minutes, and then the
+swinging doors leading from the street clicked, and a gentleman entered.
+He glanced around, as if seeking a seat near a window, then moved along
+in Mr. Grimm's direction, between the rows of tables. His gaze lingered
+on Mr. Grimm for an instant, and when he came opposite he stooped and
+picked up the fallen newspaper sheet.
+
+"Your paper?" he inquired courteously.
+
+Mr. Grimm was still gazing dreamily out of the window.
+
+"I beg pardon," insisted the new-comer pleasantly. He folded the paper
+once and replaced it on the table. One hand lingered for just the
+fraction of a moment above Mr. Grimm's coffee-cup.
+
+Aroused by the remark, Mr. Grimm glanced around.
+
+"Oh, thank you," he apologized hastily. "I didn't hear you at first.
+Thank you."
+
+The new-comer nodded, smiled and passed on, taking a seat two or three
+tables down.
+
+Apparently this trifling courtesy had broken the spell of reverie, for
+Mr. Grimm squared around to the table again, drew his coffee-cup toward
+him, and dropped in the single lump of sugar. He idly stirred it for a
+moment, as his eyes turned again toward the open window, then he lifted
+the tiny cup and emptied it.
+
+Again he sat motionless for a long time, and thrice the new-comer, only
+a few feet away, glanced at him narrowly. And now, it seemed, a peculiar
+drowsiness was overtaking Mr. Grimm. Once he caught himself nodding and
+raised his head with a jerk. Then he noticed that the arc lights in the
+street were wobbling curiously, and he fell to wondering why that
+single flame sparkled at the apex of the capitol dome. Things around him
+grew hazy, vague, unreal, and then, as if realizing that something was
+the matter with him, he came to his feet.
+
+He took one step forward into the space between the tables, reeled,
+attempted to steady himself by holding on to a chair, then everything
+grew black about him, and he pitched forward on the floor. His face was
+dead white; his fingers moved a little, nervously, weakly, then they
+were still.
+
+Several people rose at the sound of the falling body, and the new-comer
+hurried forward. His coat sleeve caught the empty demi-tasse, as he
+stooped, and swept it to the floor, where it was shattered. The head
+waiter and another came, pell-mell, and those diners who had risen came
+more slowly.
+
+"What's the matter?" asked the head waiter anxiously.
+
+Already the new-comer was supporting Mr. Grimm on his knee, and
+flicking water in his face.
+
+"Nothing serious, I fancy," he answered shortly. "He's subject to these
+little attacks."
+
+"What are they? Who is he?"
+
+The stranger tore at Mr. Grimm's collar until it came loose, then he
+fell to chafing the still hands.
+
+"He is a Mr. Grimm, a government employee--I know him," he answered
+again. "I imagine it's nothing more serious than indigestion."
+
+A little knot had gathered about them, with offers of assistance.
+
+"Waiter, hadn't you better send for a physician?" some one suggested.
+
+"I'm a physician," the stranger put in impatiently. "Have some one call
+a cab, and I'll see that he's taken home. It happens that we live in the
+same apartment house, just a few blocks from here."
+
+Obedient to the crisply-spoken directions, a cab was called, and five
+minutes later Mr. Grimm, still insensible, was lifted into it. The
+stranger took a seat beside him, the cabby touched his horse with a
+whip, and the vehicle fell into the endless, moving line.
+
+
+
+
+XXI
+
+A SLIP OF PAPER
+
+
+When the light of returning consciousness finally pierced the black
+lethargy that enshrouded him, Mr. Grimm's mind was a chaos of vagrant,
+absurd fantasies; then slowly, slowly, realization struggled back to its
+own, and he came to know things. First was the knowledge that he was
+lying flat on his back, on a couch, it seemed; then, that he was in the
+dark--an utter, abject darkness. And finally came an overwhelming sense
+of silence.
+
+For a while he lay motionless, with not even the movement of an eye-lash
+to indicate consciousness, wrapped in a delicious languor. Gradually
+this passed and the feeble flutter of his heart grew into a steady,
+rhythmic beat. The keen brain was awakening; he was beginning to
+remember. What had happened? He knew only that in some manner a drug had
+been administered to him, a bitter dose tasting of opium; that
+speechlessly, he had fought against it, that he had risen from the table
+in the restaurant, and that he had fallen. All the rest was blank.
+
+With eyes still closed, and nerveless hands inert at his sides he
+listened, the while he turned the situation over in speculative mood.
+The waiter had administered the drug, of course, unless--unless it had
+been the courteous stranger who had replaced the newspaper on the table!
+That thought opened new fields of conjecture. Mr. Grimm had no
+recollection of ever having seen him before; and he had paid only the
+enforced attention of politeness to him. And why had the drug been
+administered? Vaguely, incoherently, Mr. Grimm imagined that in some way
+it had to do with the great international plot of war in which Miss
+Thorne was so delicate and vital an instrument.
+
+Where was he? Conjecture stopped there. Evidently he was where the
+courteous gentleman in the restaurant wanted him to be. A prisoner?
+Probably. In danger? Long, careful attention to detail work in the
+Secret Service had convinced Mr. Grimm that he was always in danger.
+That was one reason--and the best--why he had lain motionless, without
+so much as lifting a finger, since that first glimmer of consciousness
+had entered his brain. He was probably under scrutiny, even in the
+darkness, and for the present it was desirable to accommodate any chance
+watcher by remaining apparently unconscious.
+
+And so for a long time he lay, listening. Was there another person in
+the room? Mr. Grimm's ears were keenly alive for the inadvertent
+shuffling of a foot; or the sound of breathing. Nothing. Even the night
+roar of the city was missing; the silence was oppressive. At last he
+opened his eyes. A pall of gloom encompassed him--a pall without one
+rift of light. His fingers, moving slowly, explored the limits of the
+couch whereon he lay.
+
+Confident, at last, that wherever he was, he was unwatched, Mr. Grimm
+was on the point of concluding that further inaction was useless, when
+his straining ears caught the faint grating of metal against
+metal--perhaps the insertion of a key in the lock. His hands grew still;
+his eyes closed. And after a moment a door creaked slightly on its
+hinges, and a breath of cool air informed Mr. Grimm that that open door,
+wherever it was, led to the outside, and freedom.
+
+There was another faint creaking as the door was shut. Mr. Grimm's
+nerveless hands closed involuntarily, and his lips were set together
+tightly. Was it to be a knife thrust in the dark? If not--then what? He
+expected the flare of a match; instead there was a soft tread, and the
+rustle of skirts. A woman! Mr. Grimm's caution was all but forgotten in
+his surprise. As the steps drew nearer his clenched fingers loosened; he
+waited.
+
+Two hands stretched forward in the dark, touched him
+simultaneously--one on the face, one on the breast. A singular thrill
+shot through him, but there was not the flicker of an eye or the
+twitching of a finger. The woman--it _was_ a woman--seemed now to be
+bending over him, then he heard her drop on her knees beside him, and
+she pressed an inquiring ear to his left side. It was the heart test.
+
+"Thank God!" she breathed softly.
+
+It was only by a masterful effort that Mr. Grimm held himself limp and
+inert, for a strange fragrance was enveloping him--a fragrance he well
+knew.
+
+The hands were fumbling at his breast again, and there was the sharp
+crackle of paper. At first he didn't understand, then he knew that the
+woman had pinned a paper to the lapel of his coat. Finally she
+straightened up, and took two steps away from him, after which came a
+pause. His keenly attuned ears caught her faint breathing, then the
+rustle of her skirts as she turned back. She was leaning over him
+again--her lips touched his forehead, barely; again there was a quick
+rustling of skirts, the door creaked, and--silence, deep, oppressive,
+overwhelming silence.
+
+Isabel! Was he dreaming? And then he ceased wondering and fell to
+remembering her kiss--light as air--and the softly spoken "Thank God!"
+She did care, then! She _had_ understood, that day!
+
+The kiss of a woman beloved is a splendid heart tonic. Mr. Grimm
+straightened up suddenly on the couch, himself again. He touched the
+slip of paper which she had pinned to his coat to make sure it was not
+all a dream, after which he recalled the fact that while he had heard
+the door creak before she went out he had not heard it creak afterward.
+Therefore, the door was open. She had left it open. Purposely? That was
+beside the question at the moment.
+
+And why--how--was she in Washington? Pondering that question, Mr.
+Grimm's excellent teeth clicked sharply together and he rose. He knew
+the answer. The compact was to be signed--the alliance which would array
+the civilized world in arms. He had failed to block that, as he thought.
+If Miss Thorne had returned, then Prince Benedetto d'Abruzzi, who held
+absolute power to sign the compact for Italy, France and Spain, had also
+returned.
+
+Stealthily, feeling his way as he went, Mr. Grimm moved toward the door
+leading to freedom, guided by the fresh draft of air. He reached the
+door--it was standing open--and a moment later stepped out into the
+star-lit night. It was open country here, with a thread of white road
+just ahead, and farther along a fringe of shrubbery. Mr. Grimm reached
+the road. Far down it, a pin point in the night, a light flickered
+through interlacing branches. The tail lamp of an automobile, of course!
+
+Mr. Grimm left the road and skirted a sparse hedge in the direction of
+the light. After a moment he heard the engine of an automobile, and saw
+a woman--barely discernible--step into the car. As it started forward he
+staked everything on one bold move, and won, his reward being a narrow
+sitting space in the rear of the car, hidden from its occupants by the
+tonneau. One mile, two miles, three miles they charged through the
+night, and still he clung on. At last there came relief.
+
+"That's the place, where the lights are--just ahead."
+
+There was no mistaking that voice raised above the clamor of the engine.
+The car slackened speed, and Mr. Grimm dropped off and darted behind
+some convenient bushes. And the first thing he did there was to light a
+match, and read what was written on the slip of paper pinned to his
+coat. It was, simply:
+
+"My Dear Mr. Grimm:
+
+"By the time you read this the compact will have been signed, and your
+efforts to prevent it, splendid as they were, futile. It is a tribute to
+you that it was unanimously agreed that you must be accounted for at
+the time of the signing, hence the drugging in the restaurant; it was
+only an act of kindness that I should come here to see that all was well
+with you, and leave the door open behind me.
+
+"Believe me when I say that you are one man in whom I have never been
+disappointed. Accept this as my farewell, for now I assume again the
+name and position rightfully mine. And know, too, that I shall always
+cherish the belief that you will remember me as
+
+"Your friend,
+
+"ISABEL THORNE.
+
+"P. S. The prince and I left the steamer at Montauk Point, on a
+tug-boat."
+
+Mr. Grimm kissed the note twice, then burned it.
+
+
+
+
+XXII
+
+THE COMPACT
+
+
+A room, low-ceilinged, dim, gloomy, sinister as an inquisition chamber;
+a single large table in the center, holding a kerosene lamp, writing
+materials and a metal spheroid a shade larger than a one-pound shell;
+and around it a semicircle of silent, masked and cowled figures. There
+were twelve of them, eleven men and a woman. In the shadows, which grew
+denser at the far end of the room, was a squat, globular object, a
+massive, smooth-sided, black, threatening thing of iron.
+
+One of the men glanced at his watch--it was just two o'clock--then rose
+and took a position beside the table, facing the semicircle. He placed
+the timepiece on the table in front of him.
+
+"Gentlemen," he said, and there was the faintest trace of a foreign
+accent, "I shall speak English because I know that whatever your
+nationality all of you are familiar with that tongue. And now an apology
+for the theatric aspect of all this--the masks, the time and place of
+meeting, and the rest of it." He paused a moment. "There is only one
+person living who knows the name and position of all of you," and by a
+sweep of his hand he indicated the motionless figure of the woman. "It
+was by her decision that masks are worn, for, while we all know the
+details of the Latin compact, there is a bare chance that some one will
+not sign, and it is not desirable that the identity of that person be
+known to all of us. The reason for the selection of this time and place
+is obvious, for an inkling of the proposed signing has reached the
+Secret Service. I will add the United States was chosen as the
+birthplace of this new epoch in history for several reasons, one being
+the proximity to Central and South America; and another the inadequate
+police system which enables greater freedom of action."
+
+He stopped and drew from his pocket a folded parchment. He tapped the
+tips of his fingers with it from time to time as he talked.
+
+"The Latin compact, gentlemen, is not the dream, of a night, nor of a
+decade. As long as fifty years ago it was suggested, and whatever
+differences the Latin countries of the world have had among themselves,
+they have always realized that ultimately they must stand together
+against--against the other nations of the world. This idea germinated
+into action three years ago, and since that time agents have covered the
+world in its interest. This meeting is the fruition of all that work,
+and this," he held the parchment aloft, "is the instrument that will
+unite us. Never has a diplomatic secret been kept as this has been kept;
+never has a greater reprisal been planned. It means, gentlemen, the
+domination of the world--socially, spiritually, commercially and
+artistically; it means that England and the United States, whose sphere
+of influence has extended around the globe, will be beaten back, that
+the flag of the Latin countries will wave again over lost possessions.
+It means all of that, and more."
+
+His voice had risen as he talked until it had grown vibrant with
+enthusiasm; and his hands pointed his remarks with quick, sharp
+gestures.
+
+"All this," he went on, "was never possible until three years ago, when
+the navies of the world were given over into the hands of one nation--my
+country. Five years ago a fellow-countryman of mine happened to be
+present at an electrical exhibition in New York City, and there he
+witnessed an interesting experiment--practical demonstration of the fact
+that a submarine mine may be exploded by the use of the Marconi wireless
+system. He was a practical electrician himself, and the idea lingered in
+his mind. For two years he experimented, and finally this resulted." He
+picked up the metal spheroid and held it out for their inspection. "As
+it stands it is absolutely perfect and gives a world's supremacy to the
+Latin countries because it places all the navies of the world at our
+mercy. It is a variation of the well-known percussion cap or fuse by
+which mines and torpedoes are exploded.
+
+"The theory of it is simple, as are the theories of all great
+inventions; the secret of its construction is known only to its
+inventor--a man of whom you never heard. It is merely that the mechanism
+of the cap is so delicate that the Marconi wireless waves--and _only_
+those--will fire the cap. In other words, this cap is tuned, if I may
+use the word, to a certain number of vibrations and half-vibrations; a
+wireless instrument of high power, with a modifying addition which the
+inventor has added, has only to be set in motion to discharge it at any
+distance up to twenty-five miles. High power wireless waves recognize no
+obstacle, so the explosion of a submarine mine is as easily brought
+about as would be the explosion of a mine on dry land. You will readily
+see its value as a protective agency for our seaports."
+
+He replaced the spheroid on the table.
+
+"But its chief value is not in that," he resumed. "Its chief value to
+the Latin compact, gentlemen, is that the United States and England are
+now concluding negotiations, unknown to each other, by which _they_ will
+protect _their_ seaports by means of mines primed with this cap. The
+tuning of the caps which we will use is known only to us; _the tuning of
+the caps which they will use is also known to us_! The addition to the
+wireless apparatus which they will use is such that they _can not_, even
+by accident, explode a mine guarding our seaports; but, on the other
+hand, the addition to the wireless apparatus which _we_ will use permits
+of the extreme high charge which will explode their mines. To make it
+clearer, we could send a navy against such a city as New York or
+Liverpool, and explode every mine in front of us as we went; and
+meanwhile our mines are impervious.
+
+"Another word, and I have finished. Five gentlemen, whom I imagine are
+present now, have witnessed a test of this cap, by direct command of
+their home governments. For the benefit of the others of you a simple
+test has been arranged for to-night. This cap on the table is charged;
+its inventor is at his wireless instrument, fifteen miles away. At three
+o'clock he will turn on the current that will explode it." Four of the
+eleven men looked at their watches. "It is now seventeen minutes past
+two. I am instructed, for the purposes of the test, to place this cap
+anywhere you may select--in this house or outside of it, in a box,
+sealed, or under water. The purpose is merely to demonstrate its
+efficacy; to prove to your complete satisfaction that it can be exploded
+under practically any conditions."
+
+His entire manner underwent a change; he drew a chair up to the table,
+and stood for an instant with his hand resting on the back.
+
+"The compact is written in three languages--English, French and
+Italian. I shall ask you to sign, after reading either or all, precisely
+as the directions you have received from your home government instruct.
+On behalf of the three greatest Latin countries, as special envoy of
+each, I will sign first."
+
+He dropped into the chair, signed each of the three parchment pages
+three times, then rose and offered the pen to the cowled figure at one
+end of the semicircle. The man came forward, read the English
+transcript, studied the three signatures already there with a certain
+air of surprise, then signed. The second man signed, the third man, and
+the fourth.
+
+The fifth had just risen to go forward when the door opened silently and
+Mr. Grimm entered. Without a glance either to right or left, he went
+straight toward the table, and extended a hand to take the compact.
+
+For an instant there had come amazement, a dumb astonishment, at the
+intrusion. It passed, and the hand of the man who had done the talking
+darted out, seized the compact, and held it behind him.
+
+"If you will be good enough to give that to me, your Highness,"
+suggested Mr. Grimm quietly.
+
+For half a minute the masked man stared straight into the listless eyes
+of the intruder, and then:
+
+"Mr. Grimm, you are in very grave danger."
+
+"That is beside the question," was the reply. "Be good enough to give me
+that document."
+
+He backed away as he spoke, kicked the door closed with one heel, then
+leaned against it, facing them.
+
+"Or better yet," he went on after a moment, "burn it. There is a lamp in
+front of you." He paused for an answer. "It would be absurd of me to
+attempt to take it by force," he added.
+
+
+
+
+XXIII
+
+THE PERCUSSION CAP
+
+
+There was a long, tense silence. The cowled figures had risen ominously;
+Miss Thorne paled behind her mask, and her fingers gripped her palms
+fiercely, still she sat motionless. Prince d'Abruzzi broke the silence.
+He seemed perfectly calm and self-possessed.
+
+"How did you get in?" he demanded.
+
+"Throttled your guard at the front door, took him down cellar and locked
+him in the coal-bin," replied Mr. Grimm tersely. "I am waiting for you
+to burn it."
+
+"And how did you escape from--from the other place?"
+
+Mr. Grimm shrugged his shoulders.
+
+"The lamp is in front of you," he said.
+
+"And find your way here?" the prince pursued.
+
+Again Mr. Grimm shrugged his shoulders. For an instant longer the prince
+gazed straight into his inscrutable face, then turned accusing eyes on
+the masked figures about him.
+
+"Is there a traitor?" he demanded suddenly. His gaze settled on Miss
+Thorne and lingered there.
+
+"I can relieve your mind on that point--there is not," Mr. Grimm assured
+him. "Just a final word, your Highness, if you will permit me. I have
+heard everything that has been said here for the last fifteen minutes.
+The details of your percussion cap are interesting. I shall lay them
+before my government and my government may take it upon itself to lay
+them before the British government. You yourself said a few minutes ago
+that this compact was not possible before this cap was invented and
+perfected. It isn't possible the minute my government is warned against
+its use. That will be my first duty."
+
+"You are giving some very excellent reasons, Mr. Grimm," was the
+deliberate reply, "why you should not be permitted to leave this room
+alive."
+
+"Further," Mr. Grimm resumed in the same tone, "I have been ordered to
+prevent the signing of that compact, at least in this country. It seems
+that I am barely in time. If it is signed--and it will be useless now on
+your own statement unless you murder me--every man who signs it will
+have to reckon with the highest power of this country. Will you destroy
+it? I don't want to know what countries already stand committed by the
+signatures there."
+
+"I will not," was the steady response. And then, after a little: "Mr.
+Grimm, the inventor of this little cap, insignificant as it seems, will
+receive millions for it. Your silence would be worth--just how much?"
+
+Mr. Grimm's face turned red, then white again.
+
+"Which would you prefer? An independence by virtue of a great fortune,
+or--or the other thing?"
+
+Suddenly Miss Thorne tore the mask from her face and came forward. Her
+cheeks were scarlet, and anger flamed in the blue-gray eyes.
+
+"Mr. Grimm has no price--I happen to know that," she declared hotly.
+"Neither money nor a consideration for his own personal safety will make
+him turn traitor." She stared coldly into the prince's eyes. "And we are
+not assassins here," she added.
+
+"Miss Thorne has stated the matter fairly, I believe, your Highness,"
+and Mr. Grimm permitted his eyes to linger a moment on the flushed face
+of this woman who, in a way, was defending him. "But there is only one
+thing to do, Miss Thorne." He was talking to her now. "There is no
+middle course. It is a problem that has only one possible answer--the
+destruction of that document, and the departure of you, and you, your
+Highness, for Italy under my personal care all the way. I imagined this
+matter had ended that day on the steamer; it _will_ end here, now,
+to-night."
+
+The prince glanced again at his watch, then thoughtfully weighed the
+percussion cap in his hand, after which, with a curious laugh, he walked
+over to the squat iron globe in an opposite corner of the room. He bent
+over it half a minute, then straightened up.
+
+"That cap, Mr. Grimm, has one disadvantage," he remarked casually. "When
+it is attached to a mine or torpedo it can not be disconnected without
+firing it. It is attached." He turned to the others. "It is needless to
+discuss the matter further just now. If you will follow me? We will
+leave Mr. Grimm here."
+
+With a strange little cry, neither anger nor anguish, yet oddly
+partaking of the quality of each, Isabel went quickly to the prince.
+
+"How dare you do such a thing?" she demanded fiercely. "It is murder."
+
+"This is not a time, Miss Thorne, for your interference," replied the
+prince coldly. "It has all passed beyond the point where the feelings
+of any one person, even the feelings of the woman who has engineered the
+compact, can be considered. A single life can not be permitted to stand
+in the way of the consummation of this world project. Mr. Grimm alive
+means the compact would be useless, if not impossible; Mr. Grimm dead
+means the fruition of all our plans and hopes. You have done your duty
+and you have done it well; but now your authority ends, and I, the
+special envoy of--"
+
+"Just a moment, please," Mr. Grimm interrupted courteously. "As I
+understand it, your Highness, the mine there in the corner is charged?"
+
+"Yes. It just happened to be here for purposes of experiment."
+
+"The cap is attached?"
+
+"Quite right." The prince laughed.
+
+"And at three o'clock, by your watch, the mine will be fired by a
+wireless operator fifteen miles from here?"
+
+"Something like that; yes, very much like that," assented the prince.
+
+"Thank you. I merely wanted to understand it." Mr. Grimm pulled a chair
+up against the door and sat down, crossing his legs. On his knees rested
+the barrel of a revolver, glittering, fascinating, in the semi-darkness.
+"Now, gentlemen," and he glanced at his watch, "it's twenty-one minutes
+of three o'clock. At three that mine will explode. We will all be in the
+room when it happens, unless his Highness sees fit to destroy the
+compact."
+
+Eyes sought eyes, and the prince removed his mask with a sudden gesture.
+His face was bloodless.
+
+"If any man," and Mr. Grimm gave Miss Thorne a quick glance, "I should
+say, _any person_, attempts to leave this room I _know_ he will die; and
+there's a bare chance that the percussion cap will fail to work. I can
+account for six of you, if there is a rush."
+
+"But, man, if that mine explodes we shall all be killed--blown to
+pieces!" burst from one of the cowled figures.
+
+"If the percussion cap works," supplemented Mr. Grimm.
+
+Mingled emotions struggled in the flushed face of Isabel as she studied
+Mr. Grimm's impassive countenance.
+
+"I have never disappointed you yet, Miss Thorne," he remarked as if it
+were an explanation. "I shall not now."
+
+She turned to the prince.
+
+"Your Highness, I think it needless to argue further," she said. "We
+have no choice in the matter; there is only one course--destroy the
+compact."
+
+"No!" was the curt answer.
+
+"I believe I know Mr. Grimm better than you do," she argued. "You think
+he will weaken; I know he will not. I am not arguing for him, nor for
+myself; I am arguing against the frightful loss that will come here in
+this room if the compact is not destroyed."
+
+[Illustration: "You think he will weaken; I know he will not."]
+
+"It's absurd to let one man stand in the way," declared the prince
+angrily.
+
+"It might not be an impertinent question, your Highness," commented Mr.
+Grimm, "for me to ask how you are going to _prevent_ one man standing in
+the way?"
+
+A quick change came over Miss Thorne's face. The eyes hardened, the lips
+were set, and lines Mr. Grimm had never seen appeared about the mouth.
+Here, in a flash, the cloak of dissimulation was cast aside, and the
+woman stood forth, this keen, brilliant, determined woman who did
+things.
+
+"The compact will be destroyed," she said.
+
+"No," declared the prince.
+
+"It _must_ be destroyed."
+
+"_Must? Must?_ Do you say _must to me?_"
+
+"Yes, _must_," she repeated steadily.
+
+"And by what authority, please, do--"
+
+"By that authority!" She drew a tiny, filigreed gold box from her bosom
+and cast it upon the table; the prince stared at it. "In the name of
+your sovereign--_must_!" she said again.
+
+The prince turned away and began pacing, back and forth across the room
+with the parchment crumpled in his hand. For a minute or more Isabel
+stood watching him.
+
+"Thirteen minutes!" Mr. Grimm announced coldly.
+
+And now broke out an excited chatter, a babel of French, English,
+Italian, Spanish; those masked and cowled ones who had held silence for
+so long all began talking at once. One of them snatched at the crumpled
+compact in the prince's hand, while all crowded around him arguing. Mr.
+Grimm sat perfectly still with the revolver barrel resting on his knees.
+
+"Eleven minutes!" he announced again.
+
+Suddenly the prince turned violently on Miss Thorne with rage-distorted
+face.
+
+"Do you know what it means to you if I do as you say?" he demanded
+savagely. "It means you will be branded as traitor, that your name,
+your property--"
+
+"If you will pardon me, your Highness," she interrupted, "the power that
+I have used was given to me to use; I have used it. It is a matter to be
+settled between me and my government, and as far as it affects my person
+is of no consequence now. You will destroy the compact."
+
+"Nine minutes!" said Mr. Grimm monotonously.
+
+Again the babel broke out.
+
+"Do we understand that you want to see the compact?" one of the cowled
+men asked suddenly of Mr. Grimm as he turned.
+
+"No, I don't want to see it. I'd prefer not to see it."
+
+With hatred blazing in his eyes the prince made his way toward the lamp,
+holding a parchment toward the blaze.
+
+"There's nothing else to be done," he exclaimed savagely.
+
+"Just a moment, please," Mr. Grimm interposed quickly. "Miss Thorne, is
+that the compact?"
+
+She glanced at it, nodded her head, and then the flame caught the
+fringed edge of paper. It crackled, flashed, flamed, and at last, a
+thing of ashes, was scattered on the floor. Mr. Grimm rose.
+
+"That is all, gentlemen," he announced courteously. "You are free to go.
+You, your Highness, and Miss Thorne, will accompany me."
+
+He held open the door and there was almost a scramble to get out. The
+prince and Miss Thorne waited until the last.
+
+"And, Miss Thorne, if you will give us a lift in your car?" Mr. Grimm
+suggested. "It is now four minutes of three."
+
+The automobile came in answer to a signal and the three in silence
+entered it. The car trembled and had just begun to move when Mr. Grimm
+remembered something, and leaped out.
+
+"Wait for me!" he called. "There's a man locked in the coal-bin!"
+
+He disappeared into the house, and Miss Thorne, with a gasp of horror
+sank back in her seat with face like chalk. The prince glanced uneasily
+at his watch, then spoke curtly to the chauffeur.
+
+"Run the car up out of danger; there'll be an explosion there in a
+moment."
+
+They had gone perhaps a hundred feet when the building they had just
+left seemed to be lifted bodily from the ground by a great spurt of
+flame which tore through its center, then collapsed like a thing of
+cards. The prince, unmoved, glanced around at Miss Thorne; she lay in a
+dead faint beside him.
+
+"Go ahead," he commanded. "Baltimore."
+
+
+
+
+XXIV
+
+THE PERSONAL EQUATION
+
+
+Mr. Campbell ceased talking and the deep earnestness that had settled on
+his face passed, leaving instead the blank, inscrutable mask of
+benevolence behind which his clock-like genius was habitually hidden.
+The choleric blue eyes of the president of the United States shifted
+inquiringly to the thoughtful countenance of the secretary of state at
+his right, thence along the table around which the official family was
+gathered. It was a special meeting of the cabinet called at the
+suggestion of Chief Campbell, and for more than an hour he had done the
+talking. There had been no interruption.
+
+"So much!" he concluded, at last. "If there is any point I have not made
+clear Mr. Grimm is here to explain it in person."
+
+Mr. Grimm rose at the mention of his name and stood with his hands
+clasped behind his back. His eyes met those of the chief executive
+listlessly.
+
+"We understand, Mr. Grimm," the president began, and he paused for an
+instant to regard the tall, clean-cut young man with a certain
+admiration, "we understand that there does not actually exist such a
+thing as a Latin compact against the English-speaking peoples?"
+
+"On paper, no," was the reply.
+
+"You personally prevented the signing of the compact?"
+
+"I personally caused the destruction of the compact after several
+signatures had been attached," Mr. Grimm amended. "Throughout I have
+acted under the direction of Mr. Campbell, of course."
+
+"You were in very grave personal danger?" the president went on.
+
+"It was of no consequence," said Mr. Grimm simply.
+
+The president glanced at Mr. Campbell and the chief shrugged his
+shoulders.
+
+"You are certain, Mr. Grimm," and the president spoke with great
+deliberation, "you are certain that the representatives of the Latin
+countries have not met since and signed the compact?"
+
+"I am not certain--no," replied Mr. Grimm promptly. "I am certain,
+however, that the backbone of the alliance was broken--its only excuse
+for existence destroyed--when they permitted me to learn of the wireless
+percussion cap which would have placed the navies of the world at their
+mercy. Believe me, gentlemen, if they had kept their secret it would
+have given them dominion of the earth. They made one mistake," he added
+in a most matter-of-fact tone. "They should have killed me; it was their
+only chance."
+
+The president seemed a little startled at the suggestion.
+
+"That would have been murder," he remarked.
+
+"True," Mr. Grimm acquiesced, "but it seems an absurd thing that they
+should have permitted the life of one man to stand between them and the
+world power for which they had so long planned and schemed. His
+Highness, Prince Benedetto d'Abruzzi believed as I do, and so expressed
+himself." He paused a moment; there was a hint of surprise in his
+manner. "I expected to be killed, of course. It seemed to me the only
+thing that could happen."
+
+"They must have known of the far-reaching consequences which would
+follow upon your escape, Mr. Grimm. Why _didn't_ they kill you?"
+
+Mr. Grimm made a little gesture with both hands and was silent.
+
+"May they not yet attempt it?" the president insisted.
+
+"It's too late now," Mr. Grimm explained. "They had everything to gain
+by killing me there as I stood in the room where I had interrupted the
+signing of the compact, because that would have been before I had placed
+the facts in the hands of my government. I was the only person outside
+of their circle who knew all of them. Only the basest motive could
+inspire them to attempt my life now."
+
+There was a pause. The secretary of state glanced from Mr. Grimm to Mr.
+Campbell with a question in his deep-set eyes.
+
+"Do I understand that you placed a Miss Thorne and the prince
+under--that is, you detained them?" he queried. "If so, where are they
+now?"
+
+"I don't know," was the reply. "Just before the explosion the three of
+us entered an automobile together, and then as we were starting away I
+remembered something which made it necessary for me to reenter the
+house. When I came out again, just a few seconds before the explosion,
+the prince and Miss Thorne had gone."
+
+The secretary's lips curled down in disapproval.
+
+"Wasn't it rather unusual, to put it mildly, to leave your prisoners to
+their own devices that way?" he asked.
+
+"Well, yes," Mr. Grimm admitted. "But the circumstances were unusual.
+When I entered the house I had locked a man in the cellar. I had to go
+back to save his life, otherwise--"
+
+"Oh, the guard at the door, you mean?" came the interruption. "Who was
+it?"
+
+Mr. Grimm glanced at his chief, who nodded.
+
+"It was Mr. Charles Winthrop Rankin of the German embassy," said the
+young man.
+
+"Mr. Rankin of the German embassy was on guard at the door?" demanded
+the president quickly.
+
+"Yes. We got out safely."
+
+"And that means that Germany was--!"
+
+The president paused and startled glances passed around the table. After
+a moment of deep abstraction the secretary went on:
+
+"So Miss Thorne and the prince escaped. Are they still in this country?"
+
+"That I don't know," replied Mr. Grimm. He stood silent a moment,
+staring at the president. Some subtle change crept into the listless
+eyes, and his lips were set. "Perhaps I had better explain here that the
+personal equation enters largely into an affair of this kind," he said
+at last, slowly. "It happens that it entered into this. Unless I am
+ordered to pursue the matter further I think it would be best for all
+concerned to accept the fact of Miss Thorne's escape, and--" He stopped.
+
+There was a long, thoughtful silence. Every man in the room was studying
+Mr. Grimm's impassive face.
+
+"Personal equation," mused the president. "Just how, Mr. Grimm, does the
+personal equation enter into the affair?"
+
+The young man's lips closed tightly, and then:
+
+"There are some people, Mr. President, whom we meet frankly as enemies,
+and we deal with them accordingly; and there are others who oppose us
+and yet are not enemies. It is merely that our paths of duty cross. We
+may have the greatest respect for them and they for us, but purposes are
+unalterably different. In other words there is a personal enmity and a
+political enmity. You, for instance, might be a close personal friend of
+the man whom you defeated for president. There might"--he stopped
+suddenly.
+
+"Go on," urged the president.
+
+"I think every man meets once in his life an individual with whom he
+would like to reckon personally," the young man continued. "That
+reckoning may not be a severe one; it may be less severe than the law
+would provide; but it would be a personal reckoning. There is one
+individual in this affair with whom I should like to reckon, hence the
+personal equation enters very largely into the case."
+
+For a little while the silence of the room was unbroken, save for the
+steady tick-tock of a great clock in one corner. Mr. Grimm's eyes were
+fixed unwaveringly upon those of the chief executive. At last the
+secretary of war crumpled a sheet of paper impatiently and hitched his
+chair up to the table.
+
+"Coming down to the facts it's like this, isn't it?" he demanded
+briskly. "The Latin countries, by an invention of their own which the
+United States and England were to be duped into purchasing, would have
+had power to explode every submarine mine before attacking a port? Very
+well. This thing, of course, would have given them the freedom of the
+seas as long as we were unable to explode their submarines as they were
+able to explode ours. And this is the condition which made the Latin
+compact possible, isn't it?"
+
+He looked straight at Mr. Grimm, who nodded.
+
+"Therefore," he went on, "if the Latin compact is not a reality on
+paper; if the United States and England do not purchase this--this
+wireless percussion cap, we are right back where we were before it all
+happened, aren't we? Every possible danger from that direction has
+passed, hasn't it? The world-war of which we have been talking is
+rendered impossible, isn't it?"
+
+"That's a question," answered Mr. Grimm. "If you will pardon me for
+suggesting it, I would venture to say that as long as there is an
+invention of that importance in the hands of nations whom we now know
+have been conspiring against us for fifty years, there is always danger.
+It seems to me, if you will pardon me again, that for the sake of peace
+we must either get complete control of that invention or else understand
+it so well that there can be no further danger. And again, please let me
+call your attention to the fact that the brain which brought this thing
+into existence is still to be reckoned with. There may, some day, come a
+time when our submarines may be exploded at will regardless of this
+percussion cap."
+
+The secretary of war turned flatly upon Chief Campbell.
+
+"This woman who is mixed up in this affair?" he demanded. "This Miss
+Thorne. Who is she?"
+
+"Who is she?" repeated the chief. "She's a secret agent of Italy, one of
+the most brilliant, perhaps, that has ever operated in this or any other
+country. She is the pivot around which the intrigue moved. We know her
+by a dozen names; any one of them may be correct."
+
+The brows of the secretary of war were drawn down in thought as he
+turned to the president.
+
+"Mr. Grimm was speaking of the personal equation," he remarked
+pointedly. "I think perhaps his meaning is clear when we know there is a
+woman in the case. We know that Mr. Grimm has done his duty to the last
+inch in this matter; we know that alone and unaided, practically, he has
+done a thing that no living man of his relative position has ever done
+before--prevented a world-war. But there is further danger--he himself
+has called our attention to it--therefore, I would suggest that Mr.
+Grimm be relieved of further duty in this particular case. This is not a
+moment when the peace of the world may be imperiled by personal feelings
+of--of kindliness for an individual."
+
+Mr. Grimm received the blow without a tremor. His hands were still idly
+clasped behind his back; the eyes fastened upon the president's face
+were still listless; the mouth absolutely without expression.
+
+"As Mr. Grimm has pointed out," the secretary went on, "we have been
+negotiating for this wireless percussion cap. I have somewhere in my
+office the name and address of the individual with whom these
+negotiations have been conducted. Through that it is possible to reach
+the inventor, and then--! I suggest that we vote our thanks to Mr. Grimm
+and relieve him of this particular case."
+
+The choleric eyes of the president softened a little, and grew grave as
+they studied the impassive face of the young man.
+
+"It's a strange situation, Mr. Grimm," he said evenly. "What do you say
+to withdrawing?"
+
+"I am at your orders, Mr. President," was the reply.
+
+"No one knows better what you have done than the gentlemen here at this
+table," the president went on slowly. "No one questions that you have
+done more than any other man could have done under the circumstances. We
+understand, I think, that indirectly you are asking immunity for an
+individual. I don't happen to know the liability of that individual
+under our law, but we can't make any mistake now, Mr. Grimm, and so--and
+so--" He stopped and was silent.
+
+"I had hoped, Mr. President, that what I have done so far--and I don't
+underestimate it--would have, at least, earned for me the privilege of
+remaining in this case until its conclusion," said Mr. Grimm steadily.
+"If it is to be otherwise, of course I am at--"
+
+"History tells us, Mr. Grimm," interrupted the president irrelevantly,
+"that the frou-frou of a woman's skirt has changed the map of the world.
+Do you believe," he went on suddenly, "that a man can mete out justice
+fairly, severely if necessary, to one for whom he has a personal
+regard?"
+
+"I do, sir."
+
+"Perhaps even to one--to a woman whom he might love?"
+
+"I do, sir."
+
+The president rose.
+
+"Please wait in the anteroom for a few minutes," he directed.
+
+Mr. Grimm bowed himself out. At the end of half an hour he was again
+summoned into the cabinet chamber. The president met him with
+outstretched hand. There was more than mere perfunctory thanks in
+this--there was the understanding of man and man.
+
+"You will proceed with the case to the end, Mr. Grimm," he instructed
+abruptly. "If you need assistance ask for it; if not, proceed alone.
+You will rely upon your own judgment entirely. If there are
+circumstances which make it inadvisable to move against an individual by
+legal process, even if that individual is amenable to our laws, you are
+not constrained so to do if your judgment is against it. There is one
+stipulation: You will either secure the complete rights of the wireless
+percussion cap to this government or learn the secret of the invention
+so that at no future time can we be endangered by it."
+
+"Thank you," said Mr. Grimm quietly. "I understand."
+
+"I may add that it is a matter of deep regret to me," and the president
+brought one vigorous hand down on the young man's shoulder, "that our
+government has so few men of your type in its service. Good day."
+
+
+
+
+XXV
+
+WE TWO
+
+
+Mr. Grimm turned from Pennsylvania Avenue into a cross street, walked
+along half a block or so, climbed a short flight of stairs and entered
+an office.
+
+"Is Mr. Howard in?" he queried of a boy in attendance.
+
+"Name, please."
+
+Mr. Grimm handed over a sealed envelope which bore the official imprint
+of the Department of War in the upper left hand corner; and the boy
+disappeared into a room beyond. A moment later he emerged and held open
+the door for Mr. Grimm. A gentleman--Mr. Howard--rose from his seat and
+stared at him as he entered.
+
+"This note, Mr. Grimm, is surprising," he remarked.
+
+"It is only a request from the secretary of war that I be permitted to
+meet the inventor of the wireless percussion cap," Mr. Grimm explained
+carelessly. "The negotiations have reached a point where the War
+Department must have one or two questions answered directly by the
+inventor. Simple enough, you see."
+
+"But it has been understood, and I have personally impressed it upon the
+secretary of war that such a meeting is impossible," objected Mr.
+Howard. "All negotiations have been conducted through me, and I have, as
+attorney for the inventor, the right to answer any question that may
+properly be answered. This now is a request for a personal interview
+with the inventor."
+
+"The necessity for such an interview has risen unexpectedly, because of
+a pressing need of either closing the deal or allowing it to drop," Mr.
+Grimm stated. "I may add that the success of the deal depends entirely
+on this interview."
+
+Mr. Howard was leaning forward in his chair with wrinkled brow intently
+studying the calm face of the young man. Innocent himself of all the
+intrigue and international chicanery back of the affair, representing
+only an individual in these secret negotiations, he saw in the
+statement, as Mr. Grimm intended that he should, the possible climax of
+a great business contract. His greed was aroused; it might mean hundreds
+of thousands of dollars to him.
+
+"Do you think the deal can be made?" he asked at last.
+
+"I have no doubt there will be some sort of a deal," replied Mr. Grimm.
+"As I say, however, it is absolutely dependent on an interview between
+the inventor and myself at once--this afternoon."
+
+Mr. Howard thoughtfully drummed on his desk for a little while. From the
+first, save in so far as the patent rights were concerned, he had seen
+no reasons for the obligations of utter secrecy which had been enforced
+upon him. Perhaps, if he laid it before the inventor in this new light,
+with the deal practically closed, the interview would be possible!
+
+"I have no choice in the matter, Mr. Grimm," he said at last. "I shall
+have to put it to my client, of course. Can you give me, say, half an
+hour to communicate with him?"
+
+"Certainly," and Mr. Grimm rose obligingly. "Shall I wait outside here
+or call again?"
+
+"You may wait if you don't mind," said Mr. Howard. "I'll be able to let
+you know in a few minutes, I hope."
+
+Mr. Grimm bowed and passed out. At the end of twenty-five minutes the
+door of Mr. Howard's private office opened and he appeared. His face was
+violently red, evidently from anger, and perspiration stood on his
+forehead.
+
+"I can't do anything with him," he declared savagely. "He says simply
+that negotiations must be conducted through me or not at all."
+
+Mr. Grimm had risen; he bowed courteously.
+
+"Very well," he said placidly. "You understand, of course, as the note
+says, that this refusal of his terminates the negotiations, so--"
+
+"But just a moment--" interposed Mr. Howard quickly.
+
+"Good day," said Mr. Grimm.
+
+The door opened and closed; he was gone. Three minutes later he stepped
+into a telephone booth at a near-by corner and took down the receiver.
+
+"Hello, central!" he called, and then: "This is Mr. Grimm of the Secret
+Service. What number was Mr. Howard talking to?"
+
+"Eleven double-nought six, Alexandria," was the reply.
+
+"Where is the connection? In whose name?"
+
+"The connection is five miles out from Alexandria in a farm-house on the
+old Baltimore Road," came the crisp, business-like answer. "The name is
+Murdock Williams."
+
+"Thank you," said Mr. Grimm. "Good-by."
+
+A moment later he was standing by the curb waiting for a car, when
+Howard, still angry, and with an expression of deep chagrin on his
+face, came bustling up.
+
+"If you can give me until to-morrow afternoon, then--" he began.
+
+Mr. Grimm glanced around at him, and with a slight motion of his head
+summoned two men who had been chatting near-by. One of them was Blair,
+and the other Hastings.
+
+"Take this man in charge," he directed. "Hold him in solitary
+confinement until you hear from me. Don't talk to him, don't let any one
+else talk to him, and don't let him talk. If any person speaks to him
+before he is locked up, take that person in charge also. He is guilty of
+no crime, but a single word from him now will endanger my life."
+
+That was all. It was said and done so quickly that Howard, dazed,
+confused and utterly unable to account for anything, was led away
+without a protest. Mr. Grimm, musing gently on the stupidity of mankind
+in general and the ease with which it is possible to lead even a clever
+individual into a trap, if the bait appeals to greed, took a car and
+went up town.
+
+Some three hours later he walked briskly along a narrow path strewn with
+pine needles, which led tortuously up to an old colonial farmhouse.
+Outwardly the place seemed to be deserted. The blinds, battered and
+stripped of paint by wind and rain, were all closed and one corner of
+the small veranda had crumbled away from age and neglect. In the rear of
+the house, rising from an old barn, a thin pole with a cup-like
+attachment at the apex, thrust its point into the open above the dense,
+odorous pines. Mr. Grimm noted these things as he came along.
+
+He stepped up quietly on the veranda and had just extended one hand to
+rap on the door when it was opened from within, and Miss Thorne stood
+before him. He was not surprised; intuition had told him he would meet
+her again, perhaps here in hiding. A sudden quick tenderness lighted the
+listless eyes. For an instant she stood staring, her face pallid against
+the gloom of the hallway beyond, and she drew a long breath of relief,
+as she pressed one hand to her breast. The blue-gray eyes were veiled by
+drooping lids, then she recovered herself and they opened into his. In
+them he saw anxiety, apprehension, fear even.
+
+"Miss Thorne!" he greeted, and he bowed low over the white hand which
+she impulsively thrust toward him.
+
+"I--I knew some one was coming," she stammered in a half whisper. "I
+didn't know it was you; I hadn't known definitely until this instant
+that you were safe from the explosion. I am glad--glad, you understand;
+glad that you were not--" She stopped and fought back her emotions, then
+went on: "But you must not come in; you must go away at once. Your--your
+life is in danger here."
+
+"_How_ did you know I was coming?" inquired Mr. Grimm.
+
+"From the moment Mr. Howard telephoned," she replied, still hastily,
+still in the mysterious half whisper. "I knew that it could only be
+some one from your bureau, and I hoped that it was you. I saw how you
+forced him to call us up here, and that was all you needed. It was
+simple, of course, to trace the telephone call." Both of her hands
+closed over one of his desperately. "Now, go, please. The Latin compact
+is at an end; you merely invite death here. Now, go!"
+
+Her eyes were searching the listless face with entreaty in them; the
+slender fingers were fiercely gripping one of Mr. Grimm's nerveless
+hands. For an instant some strange, softening light flickered in the
+young man's eyes, then it passed.
+
+"I have no choice, Miss Thorne," he said gravely at last. "I am honor
+bound by my government to do one of two things. If I fail in the first
+of those--the greater--it can only be because--"
+
+He stopped; hope flamed up in her eyes and she leaned forward eagerly
+studying the impassive face.
+
+"Because--?" she repeated.
+
+"It can only be because I am killed," he added quietly. Suddenly his
+whole manner changed. "I should like to see the--the inventor?"
+
+"But don't you see--don't you see you _will_ be killed if--?" she began
+tensely.
+
+"May I see the inventor, please?" Mr. Grimm interrupted.
+
+For a little time she stood, white and rigid, staring at him. Then her
+lids fluttered down wearily, as if to veil some crushing agony within
+her, and she stepped aside. Mr. Grimm entered and the door closed
+noiselessly behind him. After a moment her hand rested lightly on his
+arm, and he was led into a room to his left. This door, too, she closed,
+immediately turning to face him.
+
+"We may talk here a few minutes without interruption," she said in a low
+tone. Her voice was quite calm now. "If you will be--?"
+
+"Please understand, Miss Thorne," he interposed mercilessly, "that I
+must see the inventor, whoever he is. What assurance have I that this
+is not some ruse to permit him to escape?"
+
+"You have my word of honor," she said quite simply.
+
+"Please go on." He sat down.
+
+"You will see him too soon, I fear," she continued slowly. "If you had
+not come to him he would have gone to you." She swayed a little and
+pressed one hand to her eyes. "I would to God it were in my power to
+prevent that meeting!" she exclaimed desperately. Then, with an effort:
+"There are some things I want to explain to you. It may be that you will
+be willing to go then of your own free will. If I lay bare to you every
+step I have taken since I have been in Washington; if I make clear to
+you every obscure point in this hideous intrigue; if I confess to you
+that the Latin compact has been given up for all time, won't that be
+enough? Won't you go then?"
+
+Mr. Grimm's teeth closed with a snap.
+
+"I don't want that--from you," he declared.
+
+"But if I should tell it all to you?" she pleaded.
+
+"I won't listen, Miss Thorne. You once paid me the compliment of saying
+that I was one man you knew in whom you had never been disappointed."
+The listless eyes were blazing into her own now. "_I_ have never been
+disappointed in you. I will not permit you to disappoint me now. The
+secrets of your government are mine if I can get them--but I won't allow
+you to tell them to me."
+
+"My government!" Miss Thorne repeated, and her lips curled sadly. "I--I
+have no government. I have been cast off by that government, stripped of
+my rank, and branded as a traitor!"
+
+"Traitor!" Mr. Grimm's lips formed the word silently.
+
+"I failed, don't you see?" she rushed on. "Ignominy is the reward of
+failure. Prince d'Abruzzi went on to New York that night, cabled a full
+account of the destruction of the compact to my government, and sailed
+home on the following day. I was the responsible one, and now it all
+comes back on me." For a moment she was silent. "It's so singular, Mr.
+Grimm. The fight from the first was between us--we two; and you won."
+
+
+
+
+XXVI
+
+IN WHICH THEY BOTH WIN
+
+
+Mr. Grimm dropped into a chair with his teeth clenched, and his face
+like chalk. For a minute or more he sat there turning it all over in his
+mind. Truly the triumph had been robbed of its splendor when the blow
+fell here--here upon a woman he loved.
+
+"There's no shame in the confession of one who is fairly beaten," Isabel
+went on softly, after a little. "There are many things that you don't
+understand. I came to Washington with an authority from my sovereign
+higher even than that vested in the ambassador; I came _as_ I did and
+compelled Count di Rosini to obtain an invitation to the state ball for
+me in order that I might meet a representative of Russia there that
+night and receive an answer as to whether or not they would join the
+compact. I received that answer; its substance is of no consequence now.
+
+"And you remember where I first met you? It was while you were
+investigating the shooting of Senor Alvarez in the German embassy. That
+shooting, as you know, was done by Prince d'Abruzzi, so almost from the
+beginning my plans went wrong because of the assumption of authority by
+the prince. The paper he took from Senor Alvarez after the shooting was
+supposed to bear vitally upon Mexico's attitude toward our plan, but, as
+it developed, it was about another matter entirely."
+
+"Yes, I know," said Mr. Grimm.
+
+"The event of that night which you did _not_ learn was that Germany
+agreed to join the compact upon conditions. Mr. Rankin, who was attached
+to the German embassy in an advisory capacity, delivered the answer to
+me, and I pretended to faint in order that I might reasonably avoid
+you."
+
+"I surmised that much," remarked Mr. Grimm.
+
+"The telegraphing I did with my fan was as much to distract your
+attention as anything else, and at the same time to identify myself to
+Mr. Rankin, whom I had never met. You knew him, of course; I didn't."
+
+She was silent a while as her eyes steadily met those of Mr. Grimm.
+Finally she went on:
+
+"When next I met you it was in the Venezuelan legation; you were
+investigating the theft of the fifty thousand dollars in gold from the
+safe. I thrust myself into that case, because I was afraid of you; and
+mercilessly destroyed a woman's name in your eyes to further my plans. I
+made you believe that Senorita Rodriguez stole that fifty thousand
+dollars, and I returned it to you, presumably, while we stood in her
+room that night. Only it was not her room--it was _mine!_ _I_ stole the
+fifty thousand dollars! All the details, even to her trip to see Mr.
+Griswold in Baltimore in company with Mr. Cadwallader, had been
+carefully worked out; and she _did_ bring me the combination of the safe
+from Mr. Griswold on the strength of a forged letter. But she didn't
+know it. There was no theft, of course. I had no intention of keeping
+the money. It was necessary to take it to distract attention from the
+thing I _did_ do--break a lock inside the safe to get a sealed packet
+that contained Venezuela's answer to our plan. I sealed that packet
+again, and there was never a suspicion that it had been opened."
+
+"Only a suspicion," Mr. Grimm corrected.
+
+"Then came the abduction of Monsieur Boissegur, the French ambassador. I
+plunged into that case as I did in the other because I was afraid of you
+and had to know just how much you knew. It was explained to you as an
+attempt at extortion with details which I carefully supplied. As a
+matter of fact, Monsieur Boissegur opposed our plans, even endangered
+them; and it was not advisable to have him recalled or even permit him
+to resign at the moment. So we abducted him, intending to hold him
+until direct orders could reach him from Paris. Understand, please, that
+all these things were made possible by the aid and cooperation of
+dozens, scores, of agents who were under my orders; every person who
+appeared in that abduction was working at my direction. The ambassador's
+unexpected escape disarranged our plans; but he was taken out of the
+embassy by force the second time under your very eyes. The darkness
+which made this possible was due to the fact that while you were looking
+for the switch, and I was apparently aiding, I was holding my hand over
+it all the time to keep you from turning on the light. You remember
+that?"
+
+Mr. Grimm nodded.
+
+"All the rest of it you know," she concluded wearily. "You compelled me
+to leave the Venezuelan legation by your espionage, but in the crowded
+hotel to which I moved I had little difficulty avoiding your Mr.
+Hastings, your Mr. Blair and your Mr. Johnson, so I came and went
+freely without your knowledge. The escape of the prince from prison you
+arranged, so you understand all of that, as well as the meeting and
+attempted signing of the compact, and the rapid recovery of Senor
+Alvarez. And, after all, it was my fault that our plans failed, because
+if I had not been--been uneasy as to your condition and had not made the
+mistake of going to the deserted little house where you were a prisoner,
+the plans would have succeeded, the compact been signed."
+
+"I'm beginning to understand," said Mr. Grimm gravely, and a wistful,
+tender look crept into his eyes. "If it had not been for that act
+of--consideration and kindness to me--"
+
+"We would have succeeded in spite of you," explained Isabel. "We were
+afraid of you, Mr. Grimm. It was a compliment to you that we considered
+it necessary to account for your whereabouts at the time of the signing
+of the compact."
+
+"And if you had succeeded," remarked Mr. Grimm, "the whole civilized
+world would have come to war."
+
+"I never permitted myself to think of it that way," she replied frankly.
+"There is something splendid to me in a battle of brains; there is
+exaltation, stimulation, excitement in it. It has always possessed the
+greatest fascination for me. I have always won, you know, until now. I
+failed! And my reward is 'Traitor!'"
+
+"Just a word of assurance now," she went on after a moment. "The Latin
+compact has been definitely given up; the plan has been dismissed,
+thanks to you; the peace of the world is unbroken. And who am I? I know
+you have wondered; I know your agents have scoured the world to find
+out. I am the daughter of a former Italian ambassador to the Court of
+St. James. My mother was an English woman. I was born and received my
+early education in England, hence my perfect knowledge of that tongue.
+In Rome I am, or have been, alas, the Countess Rosa d'Orsetti; now I am
+an exile with a price on my head. That is all, except for several years
+I was a trusted agent of my government, and a friend of my queen."
+
+She rose and extended both hands graciously. Mr. Grimm seized the
+slender white fingers and stood with eyes fixed upon hers. Slowly a
+flush crept into her pallid cheeks, and she bowed her head.
+
+"Wonderful woman!" he said softly.
+
+"I shall ask a favor of you now," she went on gently. "Let all this that
+you have learned take the place of whatever you expected to learn, and
+go. Believe me, there can only be one result if you meet--if you meet
+the inventor of the wireless cap upon which so much was staked, and so
+much lost." She shuddered a little, then raised the blue-gray eyes
+beseechingly to his face. "Please go."
+
+Go! The word straightened Mr. Grimm in his tracks and he allowed her
+hands to fall limply. Suddenly his face grew hard. In the ecstasy of
+adoration he had momentarily forgotten his purpose here. His eyes lost
+their ardor; his nerveless hands dropped beside him.
+
+"No," he said.
+
+"You must--you must," she urged gently. "I know what it means to you.
+You feel it your duty to unravel the secret of the percussion cap? You
+can't; no man can. No one knows the inventor more intimately than I, and
+even I couldn't get it from him. There are no plans for it in existence,
+and even if there were he would no more sell them than you would have
+accepted a fortune at the hands of Prince d'Abruzzi to remain silent.
+The compact has failed; you did that. The agents have scattered--gone to
+other duties. That is enough."
+
+"No," said Mr. Grimm. There was a strange fear tearing at his
+heart,--"No one knows the inventor more intimately than I." "No," he
+said again. "I won from my government a promise to be made good upon a
+condition--I must fulfil that condition."
+
+"But there is nothing, promotion, honor, reward, that would compensate
+you for the loss of your life," she entreated. "There is still time."
+She was pleading now, with her slim white hands resting on his
+shoulders, and the blue-gray eyes fixed upon his face.
+
+"It's more than all that," he said. "That condition is you--your
+safety."
+
+"For me?" she repeated. "For me? Then, won't you go for--for my sake?"
+
+"No."
+
+"Won't you go if you know you will be killed," and suddenly her face
+turned scarlet, "and that your life is dear to me?"
+
+"No."
+
+Isabel dropped upon her knees before him.
+
+"This inventor--this man whom you insist on seeing is half insane with
+disappointment and anger," she rushed on desperately. "Remember that a
+vast fortune, honor, fame were at his finger tips when you--you placed
+them beyond his reach by the destruction of the compact. He has sworn to
+kill you."
+
+"I can't go!"
+
+"If you _know_ that when you meet one of you will die?"
+
+"No." The answer came fiercely, through clenched teeth. Mr. Grimm
+disengaged his right hand and drew his revolver; the barrel clicked
+under his fingers as it spun.
+
+"If I tell you that of the two human beings in this world whom I love
+this man is one?"
+
+"No."
+
+A shuffling step sounded in the hallway just outside. Mr. Grimm stepped
+back from the kneeling figure, and turned to face the door with his
+revolver ready.
+
+"Great God!" It was a scream of agony. "He is my brother! Don't you
+see?"
+
+She came to her feet and went staggering across to the door. The key
+clicked in the lock.
+
+"Your brother!" exclaimed Mr. Grimm.
+
+"He wouldn't listen to me--_you_ wouldn't listen to me, and now--and
+_now_! God have mercy!"
+
+There was a sharp rattling, a clamor at the door, and Isabel turned to
+Mr. Grimm mutely, with arms outstretched. The revolver barrel clicked
+under his hand, then, after a moment, he replaced the weapon in his
+pocket.
+
+"Please open the door," he requested quietly.
+
+"He'll kill you!" she screamed.
+
+Exhausted, helpless, she leaned against a chair with her face in her
+hands. Mr. Grimm went to her suddenly, tore the hands from her face, and
+met the tear-stained eyes.
+
+"I love you," he said. "I want you to know that!"
+
+"And I love you--that's why it matters so."
+
+Leaving her there, Mr. Grimm strode straight to the door and threw it
+open. He saw only the outline of a thin little man of indeterminate age,
+then came a blinding flash under his eyes, and he leaped forward. There
+was a short, sharp struggle, and both went down. The revolver! He must
+get that! He reached for it with the one idea of disarming this madman.
+The muzzle was thrust toward him, he threw up his arm to protect his
+head, and then came a second flash. Instantly he felt the figure in his
+arms grow limp; and after a moment he rose. The face of the man on the
+floor was pearly gray; and a thin, scarlet thread flowed from his
+temple.
+
+[Illustration: In a stride Mr. Grimm was beside her.]
+
+He turned toward Isabel. She lay near the chair, a little crumpled heap.
+In a stride he was beside her, and had lifted her head to his knee. The
+blue-gray eyes opened into his once, then they closed. She had fainted.
+The first bullet had pierced her arm; it was only a flesh wound. He
+lifted her gently and placed her on a couch, after which he disappeared
+into another room. In a little while there came the cheerful ting-a-ling
+of a telephone bell.
+
+"Is this the county constable's office?" he inquired. "Well, there's
+been a little shooting accident at the Murdock Williams' place, five
+miles out from Alexandria on the old Baltimore Road. Please send some of
+your men over to take charge. Two hours from now call up Mr. Grimm at
+Secret Service headquarters in Washington and he will explain. Good-by."
+
+And a few minutes later Mr. Grimm walked along the road toward an
+automobile a hundred yards away, bearing Miss Thorne in his arms. The
+chauffeur cranked the machine and climbed to his seat.
+
+"Washington!" directed Mr. Grimm. "Never mind the speed laws."
+
+
+
+THE END
+
+
+
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