"May I have a word with you, sir?" he asked. "Certainly, come in," and Miller, conscious of his neglige attire and that two pretty women were passing down the hall, precipitously retreated into his bedroom. "Shut the door after you." He waited until his order had been followed, then demanded impetuously: "How is Miss Kathleen?" "Better, sir." "Thank God!" The fervid exclamation escaped him unwittingly, and a faint tinge of red stained his cheeks as he met Henry's attentive regard. "Did you give her my note?" "I sent it to her by the nurse, sir; Miss Kathleen still keeps her room," said Henry respectfully. "Vincent tells me that she refused even to see her mother and father." "Have you an answer for me?" as the servant paused. "The nurse came to the kitchen and gave me these"--pulling a letter and package out of his pocket--"to deliver personally to you, sir; Miss Kathleen asked to have them sent at once." Taking them Miller examined the addresses; the note was the one he had written Kathleen, and the package bore the label of a prominent jeweler, upon which was written Kathleen's full name in Miller's handwriting. Both were unopened. Miller placed them in his pocket with unmoved face. "Why did you not deliver them to me last night?" he asked curtly. "I started to, sir, but seeing you walking with Baron von Fincke down Massachusetts Avenue, sir, I...." Henry's eyes wavered and fell before Miller's scrutiny. "Followed me?" prompted the latter, bending forward. "Only a little way"--quickly. "I did not like to intrude, sir, and by following hoped to get a chance to give you Miss Kathleen's package and note. I lost sight of you at Thomas Circle, sir, and went home. That is the gospel truth, sir, as sure as my name is--Heinrich." Miller viewed the chauffeur in silence. "So!" he exclaimed, and a pleased smile brightened his face. "Naturalized, or born in this country?" "Born here, sir, of naturalized parents." The chauffeur twisted his cap nervously. "German-American, sir." "There is no such thing, Heinrich." Miller's voice deepened. "The hyphen cannot be recognized. You are either American or German." The chauffeur straightened himself, and his heels clicked together as he raised his hand in salute. "Hoch der Kaiser!" The words were echoed by Miller as he sprang forward and grasped the chauffeur's hand. "For the Fatherland!" he added in German. "Why have you not declared yourself before?" "Until last night, Herr Captain, I was not absolutely sure you were one of us. But later in the evening Baron von Fincke...." "Stood sponsor for me," finished Miller, thrusting his hand in his pajama pocket, and thereby pushing an envelope still deeper in it. "What have you to report? Wait, speak English; the walls have ears." The chauffeur whitened and moved closer to Miller. "Was Mr. Spencer in your confidence?" "No." "And the Baron did not trust him," said Heinrich, reflectively. "If he was not one of us, how came he to be killed?"