f what he had said. They guessed he loved the
woman to whom he spake, but he may have been pleading with her not
to give him away, to palliate his acts of espionage.

Vivie replied:

"_Dear_ Bertie! You can't be gladder to see me than I am you. I
greet you with all my heart. But you must be aware that in coming
here like this you--" her words stuck in her throat--she knew not
what to say lest she might incriminate him farther--

A police officer broke in on her embarrassment and said in German:
"Es ist genug--You recognize him, Madame? He was arrested this
morning at the Hotel Imperial, enquiring for you. Meantime, you also
are under arrest. Please follow that officer."

"May I communicate with my friends?" said Vivie, with a dry tongue
in a dry mouth.

"Who are your friends?"

"Graefin von Stachelberg, at the Hopital de St. Pierre; le Pasteur
Walcker, Rue Haute, 33--"

"I will let them know that you are arrested on a charge of high
treason--in league with an English spy," he hissed.

Then Vivie was pushed out of the room and Bertie was seized by two
policemen--

They did not meet again for three days. It was a Saturday, and a
police agent came into the improvised cell where Vivie was
confined--who had never taken off her clothes since her arrest and
had passed three days of such mental distress as she had never
known, unable to sleep on the bug-infested pallet, unable to eat a
morsel of the filthy food--and invited her to follow him. "By the
grace of the military governor of the prison of Saint-Gilles"--he
said this in French as she understood German imperfectly--"you are
permitted to proceed there to take farewell of your English friend,
the prisoner A-dams, who has been condemned to death."

Bertie had been tried by court-martial in the Senate, on the Friday.
He followed all the proceedings in a dazed condition. Everything was
carried on in German, but the parts that most concerned him were
grotesquely translated by a ferocious-looking interpreter, who
likewise turned Bertie's stupid, involved, self-condemnatory answers
into German--no doubt very incorrectly. Bertie however protested,
over and over again, that Miss Warren knew _nothing_ of his
projects, and that his only object in posing as an American and
travelling with false passports was to rescue Miss Warren from
Brussels and enable her to pass into Holland, "or get out of the
country _some_ 'ow." As to the Emperor, and taking his life--"why
l