"Indeed, no one will be unkind to her," he said. "She's only been a tool after all--poor old woman. No doubt there will be a deportation order, and she will be sent back to Germany." "Remember that you are to draw on me if any money is required on her behalf," cried out Major Guthrie, fixing his sightless eyes on the place where he supposed the other man to be. "Yes, yes--I quite understand that! But we've found out that the old woman has plenty of money. It is one of the things that make us believe that she knows more than she pretends to do." He waved his hand as they drove off. Somehow he felt a better man, a better Englishman, for having met these two people. * * * * * There was very little light in the closed motor, but if it had been open for all the world to see, Mary Guthrie would not have minded, so happy, so secure did she feel now that her husband's arm was round her. She put up her face close to his ear: "Oh, Alick," she whispered, "I am afraid that you've married a very foolish woman----" He turned and drew her into his strong arms. "I've married the sweetest, the most generous, and--and, Mary, the dearest of women." "At any rate you can always say to yourself, 'A poor thing, but mine own--'" she said, half laughing, half crying. And then their lips met and clung together, for the first time. CHAPTER XXXIII Mr. Reynolds walked back up the steps of the Council House of Witanbury. He felt as if he had just had a pleasant glimpse of that Kingdom of Romance which so many seek and so few find, and that now he was returning into the everyday world. Sure enough, when he reached the Council Chamber, he found Dr. Haworth there with a prosaic-looking person. This was evidently the man to whom the Dean thought Anna would be more likely to reveal the truth than to her kind, impulsive employer. Mr. Reynolds had not expected to see so intelligent and young-looking a man. He was familiar with the type of German who has for long made his career in England. But this naturalised German was not true to type at all! Though probably over fifty, he still had an alert, active figure, and he was extraordinarily like someone Mr. Reynolds had seen. In fact, for a few moments the likeness quite haunted him. Who on earth could it be that this man so strongly resembled? But soon he gave up the likeness as a bad job--it didn't matter, after all! "Well, Mr. Head, I expect that Dr. Haworth has already told you what it is we hope from you." "Yes, sir, I think I understand." "Are you an American?" asked the other abruptly. The Witanbury City Councillor looked slightly embarrassed. "No," he said at last. "But I was in the United States for some years." "You were never connected, I suppose, with the New York Police?" "Oh no, sir!" There was no mistaking the man's genuine surprise at the question.