Harry opened the envelope and found a note.
I love you, Harry, and I know that you love me. You are willing to forget my past; but I cannot forget. It would not be fair of me to accept your love, now. I must wait — wait until you are sure that I am worthy of your love. So I am leaving. I am going out West. I shall begin a new life. If I can forget the past, I shall return. You will hear from me, Harry, when I feel that I have the right to accept your love. ARLETTE.
Harry’s eyes were fixed on the single word that formed the signature.
“Arlette!” He repeated the name again, and again.
But while Arlette was forgetting, Harry must remember. His love for Arlette could rightfully remain; but he owed loyalty to the man in whose cause he had worked.
“I shall remember,” said Harry, in whispered tones. “I shall be loyal. Loyal to The Shadow!”