She shook her head.
“There has been no message, but go on.”
“He gave me the wrong document—the wrong envelope,” continued Bellamy. “When I took it to—to Downing Street, it was full of blank paper.”
The color slowly left her cheeks. She looked at him with horror in her face.
“Do you think that he meant to do it?” she exclaimed.
“We cannot tell,” Bellamy answered. “My own impression is that he did not. We must find out at once what has become of him. He might even, if he fancies himself safe, destroy the envelope he has, believing it to be the duplicate. He is sure to telephone you. The moment you hear you must let me know.”
“You had better stay here,” she declared. “There are plenty of rooms. You will be on the spot then.”
Bellamy shook his head.
“The joke of it is that I, too, am being watched whereever I go. That fellow Streuss has spies everywhere. That is one reason why I believe that Von Behrling was serious.
“Oh, he was serious!” Louise repeated.