“You are sure?” Bellamy asked. “You have never had even any doubt about him?”
“Never,” she answered firmly. “David, I had not meant to tell you this. You know that I saw him for a moment this morning. He was in deadly earnest. He gave me a ring—a trifle—but it had belonged to his mother. He would not have done this if he had been playing us false.”
Bellamy sprang to his feet.
“You are right, Louise!” he exclaimed. “I shall go back to my rooms at once. Fortunately, I had a man shadowing Von Behrling, and there may be a report for me. If anything comes here, you will telephone at once?”
“Of course,” she assented.
“You do not think it possible,” he asked slowly, “that he would attempt to see you here?”
Louise shuddered for a moment.
“I absolutely forbade it, so I am sure there is no chance of that.”
“Very well, then,” he decided, “we will wait. Dear,” he added, in an altered tone, “how splendid you look!”
Her face suddenly softened.