He was gone in such a hurry that Bobbie had not time to get the information he had come to procure--Gordon had not told him the address to which he was to wire. There was time to go after him, but his immediate objective was unknown. It was obviously too early for the train, and Bobbie had such a sense of delicacy that he would not take the risk of a chance meeting with the fascinating Mrs. van Oynne. He sat down, waiting for Diana’s return, and puzzling over the change which a letter had wrought in her. That it was a letter, he knew. Sharper of eye than his brother, he had noticed the closely written page beneath her hand. Diana had her secrets too. As for Gordon, he was a fool, an utter, hopeless, dithering maniac! Bobbie got up and walked across to the safe, hesitated a moment, then manipulated the dial and pulled the door open. Except for a receipt form and a four page contract, the safe was empty. Of money there was none! CHAPTER XI It was half an hour before Diana came back, and she still showed the effects of the shock she had received at breakfast time. “Hullo, Bobbie!” She glanced at his face. “What is the matter?” “Diana”--he spoke slowly--“you’re in some kind of trouble.” “Some kind!” She flung her hat recklessly on the table. “Every kind, my dear child!” He did not smile. “Gordon told me that he had left fifty thousand dollars in the safe to pay an American who’s calling on Sunday. He gave me the combination.” She stood before him, her hands behind her. “Well?” “The money is not there.” A little pause. “And do you know why?” she asked. “I don’t know. I’ve been worried to death. He didn’t take it?” She shook her head. “No, I took it,” she said. “Bobbie, Dempsi is alive!” “Alive? Dempsi? Impossible!” She nodded many times. “He is alive! I’ve had a letter from him this morning--thirteen pages--you could have used any one of them as a mustard leaf. I’m scared!” “But I thought he was lost in the bush?” said Bobbie. She smiled painfully and dropped into the chair in which Gordon had spent the night. “He was found in the bush,” she said. “He had fever or something and was discovered by the Jackies. They took him to their village. Bobbie, Dempsi is half Irish and half Italian. Which half is most mad? Because that’s the half that wrote.” Bobbie considered for a long time. “He knows you’re not married?” She shook her head. “What?” “No,” said Diana calmly. “We talked on the telephone just after you left the room, and his first words were: ‘Are you single? We’ll be married to-morrow. If you’re married, you’ll be a widow to-night!’ I knew at once that it was Dempsi.” “What did you say?” he asked, awe-stricken. “I told him I was married,” she said, with such coolness that he was inarticulate. “I couldn’t very well explain why I was here if I wasn’t married, could I? Then he got so violent that I told him I was a widow. Bobbie, isn’t lying easy?” Bobbie could say nothing.