sted," he sneered.

"I belong to the Government Secret Service, and the Bureau knows
considerable," she replied dryly.

He remained silent for a time, his eyes fixed upon the road ahead. Then
he said:

"The Government didn't send you to get Cragg's money away from me. Nor
did Cragg send you."

"No, my father is afraid of you. He has been forced to trust you even
when he knew you were a treacherous defaulter, because of your threats
to betray the Cause. But you've been playing a dangerous game and I
believe my father would have killed you, long ago, if--"

"Well, if what?"

"If you hadn't been his own nephew."

He turned upon her with sudden fierceness.

"Look out!" she called. "I've not the same objection to killing my
cousin."

"Your cousin!"

"To be sure. You are the son of Peter Cragg, my father's brother, who
returned to Ireland many years ago, when he was a young man. Ned
Joselyn is an assumed name; you are Ned Cragg, condemned by the British
government for high treason. You are known to be in America, but only I
knew where to find you."

"Oh, you knew, did you?"

"Yes; all your various hiding-places are well known to me."

"Confound you!"

"Exactly. You'd like to murder me, Cousin Ned, to stop my mouth, but
I'll not give you the chance. And, really, we ought not to kill one
another, for the Cragg motto is 'a Cragg for a Cragg.' That has
probably influenced my poor father more than anything else in his
dealings with you. He knew you are a Cragg."

"Well, if I'm a Cragg, and you're a Cragg, why don't you let me alone?"

"Because the family motto was first ignored by yourself."

For a long time he drove on without another word. Evidently he was in
deep thought and the constant pressure of the revolver against his side
gave him ample food for reflection. Nan was thinking, too, quietly
exulting, the while. As a matter of fact she had hazarded guess after
guess, during the interview, only to find she had hit the mark. She
knew that Ned Cragg had been condemned by the British government and
was supposed to have escaped to America, but not until now was she sure
of his identity with Ned Joselyn. Her father had told her much, but not
this. Her native shrewdness was alone responsible for the discovery.

"We're almost there, aren't we?" asked Nan at last.

"Where?"

"At the house where you're at present hiding. We've entered the city, I
see, and it's almost daybreak."

"Well?"

"I know the Chie