ust have had his instructions where to drive, as she heard
none given. Perhaps it was best that their destination should not be
published aloud, for there are walls which have ears. It occurred to the
girl that precautions might still have to be taken. But in another moment
she was undeceived.

"I thought old Ruthven Smith would be shocked if he knew the 'safe
refuge' I have for you is no more convent-like than the Savoy Hotel," her
companion laughed. "By Jove, neither you nor I dreamed when we got out of
the last taxi that we should soon be in another, going back to the place
we started from!"

"The Savoy!" exclaimed Annesley. "Oh, but we mustn't go there, of all
places! Those men----"

"I assure you it's safer now than anywhere in London!" the man cut her
short. "I can't explain why--that is, I _could_ explain if I cared to rig
up a story. But there's something about you makes me feel as if I'd like
to tell you the truth whenever I can: and the truth is, that for reasons
you may understand some day--though I hope to Heaven you'll never have
to!--my association with those men is one of the things I long to turn
the key upon. I know that that sounds like Bluebeard to Fatima, but it
isn't as bad as _that_. To me, it doesn't seem bad at all. And I swear
that whatever mystery--if you call it 'mystery'--there is about me, it
sha'n't hurt you. Will you believe this--and trust me for the rest?"

"I've told you I would!" the girl reminded him.

"I know. But things were different then--not so serious. They hadn't gone
so far. I didn't suppose that Fate would give you to me so soon. I didn't
dare hope it. I----"

"Are you _sure_ you want me?" Annesley faltered.

"Surer than I've ever been of anything in my life before. It's only of
you I'm thinking. I wanted to arrange my--business matters so as to be
fair to you. But you'll make the best of things."

"You are being noble to me," said the girl, "and I've been very foolish.
I've complicated everything. First, by what I told Mr. Ruthven Smith
about--about _us_. And then--saying your name was Nelson Smith."

"You weren't foolish!" he contradicted. "You were only--playing into
Fate's hands. You couldn't help yourself. Destiny! And all's for the
best. You were an angel to sacrifice yourself to save me, and your doing
it the way you did has made me a happy man at one stroke. As for the
name--what's in a name? We might as well be in reality what we played at
being to-night--'