o strangers--yet he has more than a suspicion that
the car is the same as the one I drove daily on the Esplanade at
Scarborough."

"And if he has a suspicion he has probably wired to England for one of
the witnesses to come out and identify you--Gilling himself, most
probably."

"Then we're in a most complete hole!" I declared, drawing a long face.

"Absolutely. What are you going to do?"

"What can I do?"

"Get out of it--and at once," replied Blythe coolly. "If Dyer discovers
and tries to prevent your escape, make a bold fight for it," and from
his hip-pocket he drew a serviceable-looking plated revolver, and handed
it to me with the remark that it was fully loaded.

I saw that my position was one of peril. Even now, Dyer might have
watched me keeping this appointment with Blythe.

"I shall leave for Leipzig in an hour," my friend said. "You'd better
return to the hotel, get the car, and make a dash for it."

"Why should I get the car?" I queried "Why not slip away at once?"

"If you tried to you'd probably be 'pinched' at the station. Dyer is an
artful bird, you know. Once up with you, he isn't likely to lose sight
of you for very long."

As he was speaking I recognised, seated at a table before the cafe some
distance away, my friend Upton, idly smoking a cigar, and apparently
unconscious of my proximity.

"That's all right," declared Blythe, when I had pointed him out. "It
proves two things--first, that this Mr. Upton is really one of the
younger men from the Yard, and, secondly, that Dyer has sent him after
you to watch where you went to-night. That's fortunate, for if Dyer
himself had come it's certain he would have recognised me. I gave him a
rather nasty jag when he arrested me four years ago, so it isn't very
likely he forgets. And now let's part. At all hazards, get away from
Dresden. But go back to the hotel first, so as to disarm suspicion. When
you are safe, wire to the address in the Tottenham Court Road. So long."

And without another word the well-dressed jewel-thief turned on his
heels, and disappeared in the darkness of the leafy avenue.

My feelings were the reverse of happy as I made my way back to the
Europaeischer Hof. To obtain the car that night would be to arouse
suspicion that I had discovered Mr. Gibbs's identity. My safety lay in
getting away quietly and without any apparent haste. Indeed, when I
gained my room and calmly thought it all over, I saw that it would be
policy to w