hen they do, and you
find yourself in difficulties, you have only to call upon me, and I will
further assist you. Advertise in the _Times_ newspaper at any time for
an appointment with 'Silverado.' Give me seven days, and I will keep
it."

"But do tell me your name!" she urged, as they moved together from the
pathway along the road in the direction of Perth. "I beg of you to do
so."

"I have already begged a favour of you, Miss Ranscomb," he answered in
a soft, refined voice. "I ask you not to press your question. Suffice it
that I am your sincere friend."

"But when shall I see Hugh?" she cried, again halting. "I cannot bear
this terrible suspense any longer--indeed I can't! Can I go to him
soon?"

"No!" cried a voice from the shadow of a bush close beside them as a
dark alert figure sprang forth into the light. "It is needless. I am
here, dearest!--_at last_!"

And next second she found herself clasped in her lover's strong embrace,
while the stranger, utterly taken aback, stood looking on, absolutely
mystified.

FIFTEENTH CHAPTER

THE NAMELESS MAN

"Who is this gentleman, Dorise?" asked Hugh, when a moment later the
girl and her companion had recovered from their surprise.

"I cannot introduce you," was her reply. "He refuses to give his name."

The tall man laughed, and said:

"I have already told you that my name is X."

Hugh regarded the stranger with distinct suspicion. It was curious that
he should discover them together, yet he made but little comment.

"We were just speaking about you, Mr. Henfrey," the tall man went on. "I
believed that you were still in Belgium."

"How did you know I was there?"

"Oh!--well, information concerning your hiding-place reached me," was
his enigmatical reply. "I am, however, glad you have been able to return
to England in safety. I was about to arrange a meeting between you. But
I advise you to be most careful."

"You seem to know a good deal concerning me," Hugh remarked resentfully,
looking at the stern, rather handsome face in the moonlight.

"This is the gentleman who sought me out in Nice, and first told me of
your peril, Hugh. I recognize his voice, and have to thank him for a
good deal," the girl declared.

"Really, Miss Ranscomb, I require no thanks," the polite stranger
assured her. "If I have been able to render Mr. Henfrey a little service
it has been a pleasure to me. And now that you are together again I will
leave you."

"But who are