"But he is no spy," answered Henri. "If he had wanted to betray you he would have done it last night." "C'est ça!" agreed the others. "What did you know about him?" I asked. "What made you send him up to me, François? Surely you wouldn't have told him about me unless you _knew_ he was trustworthy!" "C'est ça!" agreed big, fat, sad-eyed François. "I have known him for some time. I never doubted him. I am sure he is to be trusted. He has worked very hard among our wounded." "But why did he speak with the Germans in the restaurant?" "He is a Dane, he can speak as he chooses." "Then you don't think he was speaking of _me_?" "No, Madame! C'est évident, n'est-ce-pas? You have left the hotel in safety!" "Perhaps he will ask Monsieur Claude where I am?" "Monsieur Claude will tell him he knows nothing about you, has never seen you, never heard of you!" "Perhaps he will ask Monsieur Claude's sister?" "We must tell her not to tell him where you are." "_What!_" I started violently. "Do you mean to say that you haven't warned her already not to tell him where I've really gone to?" "But of course she will not tell him. She is devoted to you, Madame." "Call me Louisa." "Louisa!" "She might tell him to get rid of him," says Ada slowly. "C'est ça!" agree the others thoughtfully. And at that all the terror of last night returns to me. It returns like a _memory_, but it is troublous all the same. And then, opening my bag to inspect its contents, I suddenly see a big strange key. What is this? And then remembrance rushes over me. It is the key that Mr. Lucien Arthur Jones gave me, the key of the furnished house in Antwerp. A house! Fully furnished, and fully stored with food! And no occupants! And no Germans! In a flash I decided to get into that house as quickly as possible. It was the best possible place of hiding. It was so good, indeed, that it seemed like a fairy tale that I should have the key in my possession. And then, with another flash, I decided that I could never face going into that house _alone_. My nerves would refuse me. I had asked a good deal of them lately, and they had responded magnificently. But they turned against living alone in an empty house in Antwerp, quite definitely and positively, they turned against that.