letters. He broke off
immediately his visitor was announced and dismissed every one, including
his secretaries. Then he locked the door.

"Von Ragastein," he groaned, "I am a broken man!"

Dominey grasped his hand sympathetically. Terniloff seemed to have aged
years even in the last few hours.

"I sent for you," he continued, "to say farewell, to say farewell and
make a confession. You were right, and I was wrong. It would have better
if I had remained and played the country farmer on my estates. I was
never shrewd enough to see until now that I have been made the cat's-paw
of the very men whose policy I always condemned."

His visitor still remained silent. There was so little that he could
say.

"I have worked for peace," Terniloff went on, "believing that my country
wanted peace. I have worked for peace with honourable men who were just
as anxious as I was to secure it. But all the time those for whom I
laboured were making faces behind my back. I was nothing more nor
less than their tool. I know now that nothing in this world could have
hindered what is coming."

"Every one will at least realise," Dominey reminded him, "that you did
your best for peace."

"That is one reason why I sent for you," was the agitated reply. "Not
long ago I spoke of a little volume, a diary which I have been keeping
of my work in this country. I promised to show it to you. You have asked
me for it several times lately. I am going to show it to you now. It is
written up to yesterday. It will tell you of all my efforts and how they
were foiled. It is an absolutely faithful narrative of my work here, and
the English response to it."

The Prince crossed the room, unlocked one of the smaller safes, which
stood against the side of the wall, withdrew a morocco-bound volume the
size of a small portfolio, and returned to Dominey.

"I beg you," he said earnestly, "to read this with the utmost care and
to await my instructions with regard to it. You can judge, no doubt,"
he went on a little bitterly, "why I give it into your keeping. Even the
Embassy here is not free from our own spies, and the existence of these
memoirs is known. The moment I reach Germany, their fate is assured. I
am a German and a patriot, although my heart is bitter against those who
are bringing this blot upon our country. For that reason, these memoirs
must be kept in a safe place until I see a good use for them."

"You mean if the governing party in German should