iss which he had given her he felt no regret;
it was hers, in all innocence, for what of good she might have found in
it.

The minutes dragged by. He thought of the precious documents, safe in the
inside pocket of his coat. What they were, he did not try to determine,
but it was plain that they must be of international importance. The talk
of ships and Alcatrante's references to commissions had puzzled him. But
suddenly came to his mind the newspaper rumors that Japan was secretly
adding vessels to her navy through the agency of a South American
republic which was having cruisers and battle-ships built in Europe, to
turn them over at their completion, to the Japanese. There was, as yet,
no international proof of this policy, for none of the ships had been
completed, but the South American country was certainly adopting a policy
of naval construction quite out of proportion to her position among the
Powers.

How came the girl to be involved in this mix-up of nations? Through her
father, of course--but who was he? A concessionaire? Her courage and
determination, employed against shrewd men, was as notable as the beauty
of her face and mind, for she was like a queen in her assured
comprehension.

How it quickened his heart to think of her! The poor, faded medium, with
the smolder of old flames in her eyes, with the records of hard
experience written on her face, was a child in stature beside the girl--a
child with yearnings that could never be satisfied.

Well, the girl had doubted him. He could not wonder at that, for the
facts were all against him, and she had known him only for a few hours.
Yet he had hoped--he had believed--that she would know the truth and the
devotion in him without further evidence. Perhaps he had expected too
much from her noble insight. After all--and that was part of the
loveliness of her--she was a very human girl.

The panel swung open, and Madame Alia stood looking down at him. She
spoke in an undertone.

"The Japs are still watching. Arima is sitting on the fire-escape by his
window, and I can hear the other fellow moving around in the hall outside
my door. I think they're on to your being here."

Orme thought for a minute. "I've got to get away soon," he said. "I don't
mind telling you that there are papers that must be delivered before
twelve o'clock to-night."

"Can I take them for you?"

"I don't know where to tell you to take them."

She sighed. "I guess you don't trust me."