"I was not myself--I tried to tell myself you were deceiving me just--just as a part of this terrible mystery you are involved in. But when I heard General Crandall tell you to wait--that and what he said about the spies--I knew you were again in peril, and--and----" "And you have come to me to tell me as good-by you believe I am honest and that you care--a little?" Woodhouse's voice trembled with yearning. "When you think me in danger, then you forget doubts and maybe--your heart----" "Oh, I want to believe--I want to!" she whispered passionately. "Every one here is against you. Tell me you are on the level--with me, at least." "I am--with you." "I--believe," she sighed, and her head fell near his shoulder--so near that with alacrity Captain Woodhouse settled it there. "When this war is over, if I am alive," he was saying rapturously, "may I come to America for you? Will you--wait?" "Perhaps." The door to General Crandall's room opened. They sprang apart just as Crandall and Bishop entered the library. The former was not blind to the situation; he darted a swift glance into the girl's face and read much there. "Ready, Captain?" Bishop chirped, affecting not to notice the momentary confusion of the man and the girl. Woodhouse gave Jane's hand a lingering clasp; mutely his eyes adjured her to remember her plighted troth. In another minute he was gone. The general and his guest were alone. Jane Gerson was bidding him good night when he interrupted, somewhat gruffly: "Well, young woman, have you made up your mind? Do you sail in the morning--or not?" "I made up my mind to that long ago," she answered briskly. "Of course I sail." "Then you're going to tell me what I want to know. Sensible girl!" He rubbed his hands in satisfaction. "What is it you want to know, General Crandall?" This almost carelessly from her. "When did you meet Woodhouse before--and where?" "How do you know I met him before?" She attempted to parry, but Crandall cut her short with a gesture of impatience: "Please don't try that tack again. Answer those two questions, and you sail in the morning." Jane Gerson's eyes grew hard, and she lifted her chin in defiance. "And if I refuse----" "Why should you?" Crandall affected surprise not altogether unfelt. "No matter--I do!" The challenge came crisp and sharp-cut as a new blade. Gibraltar's governor lost his temper instanter; his face purpled. "And I know why!" he rasped. "He's got round you--made love to you--tricked you! I'd swear he was kissing you just the minute I came in here. The German cad! Good lord, girl; can't you see how he's using you?" "I'm afraid I can't." Crandall advanced toward her, shaking a menacing finger at her.